Back in the Falklands. First thing Monday Christopher went back down to the Sand grass and took a cut of approx 100 ewes and lambs out and put them into Phillips Point. You will recall that the sheep have been moving because of the pond becoming dry. If we had left them in the Sand grass the camp would have become very pressured with the extra amount which would have been detrimental to all the ewes and lambs in the camp.
I spent the morning washing up all the bedding and cleaning the house ready to leave for George Island in the afternoon. The morning was quite quiet. It was about 3 o'clock before we were ready to leave and it was starting to get breezy. It was a case of really needing to go because we needed to be down on George Island to start slaughtering our Xmas lamb. Outside the harbour Eagle Passage was running with white toppers. I could see it was on the edge of my comfort factor but you could tell there was no swell. If there is a swell the sea looks lumpy from the land and it didn't. Christopher said do you want to go or wait until later when the wind goes down again. I decided to go just in case the wind didn't go down. The first half hour was fine as I had thought but then the wind seemed to get up a bit more and changed direction and it was coming on the side of the boat. I was sitting behind the wheel and the waves were getting bigger to the point where Christopher started saying this is going to be a big one. It was at the point where any rougher was going to be too rough and we still had a long way to go. At this point Tanya cheerfully pipped up and said "we might roll over". Luckily as much as I get nervous I have great faith in the boat and Christopher and I wasn't worried it might roll over. I knew however that Christopher would be thinking he could do without comments like that. He quietly said "that's not a very good thing to say when someone is nervous". Shortly after we changed course and went up between George and Speedwell so that we could run with the wind. It was much more comfortable although it added time to the trip. A short while later we turned again and run back up the back of George and around the point. As soon as we rounded Strike off the sea was much more civilised. Needless to say it was the roughest trip I had done in a couple of years.