For everything there is a season

I returned to Australia after mum passed and am now back in Reunion to resume the next leg to Cape Town – I anticipate the 2,400nm will take circa three weeks, depending on how many SW fronts cross my route.

While mum’s death was expected, even hoped for to end years of suffering from Alzheimer’s, when it happened the emotion was still overwhelming. Pat’s life was so much more than the cruel disease that claimed it and I wanted to join family and friends to mourn the loss and celebrate her life.

A happy moment last Xmas

The service was held in a garden setting at Kangy Angy, not far from where she grew up at Tumbi Umbi on the NSW Central Coast! Her brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, her children, grandchildren and friends gave her a farewell I think she would have been happy with.

Nana teaching Ben how to fish

Family was everything to Pat and the service reflected this, with a song composed and performed by her granddaughter, Katie Canty, tributes from her sons, Chris & Greg, prayers led by her niece, Reverend Jenny Willsher, a reading from Ecclesiastes[i] by her younger brother, Reverend James Innes and releasing of white doves by her daughters, Cheryl & Sally.

My time in Australia also coincided with Deanne’s birthday and allowed me to catch up with a few friends and the kids, including Ella who had returned from LA.  Taking advantage of familiar surroundings, I undertook some maintenance, including new reading glasses, having a BCC removed from my back (the five stitches will stay in until Cape Town) and clearing up some gout with N.E.T.  Of course, I also obtained some parts for Galaxy III.

So there hasn’t been much time to enjoy Reunion, though I did fit in a surf before the trip home – there were six surfers in the water when I arrived at St Leu and I thought those odds were good enough to spread the risk of a shark attack.  It was also a sunny day and the water was clear, with no recent rain.  By mid-morning, there were twenty surfers out and it was then I noticed everyone, except me, was wearing an electronic ankle strap as a shark deterrent.  No one, it seems, surfs early or late in the day around here.  So, while the risk of sharks is taken seriously, surfers have to surf and the waves at St Leu are world class.

French is possibly the most beautiful sounding language on earth – my vocabulary is very limited and my accent worse, which is enough to cause any self-respecting French person to reply in English rather than decipher my butchered version.  The French accent is flamboyant and whenever I hear it, I find it difficult to avoid thinking about the French Taunter in Monty Python & The Holy Grail;

The forecast for my departure on Saturday is SE winds with gusts up to 30kts. It will be a brisk start and I’ll take the opportunity ahead of crossing the Mozambique channel, to practise heavy weather tactics with a 3rd reef in the main.

[i]  Ecclesiastes 3:1-13

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

What gain have the workers from their toil?
I have seen the business that God has given to everyone to be busy with.
He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover, he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover, it is God’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil.


  1. Paul Sinclair

    Thanks for sharing this Chris.

    Sorry I missed out on meeting up with you in Sydney, Good luck with the trip to Capetown

  2. Lesley and Mike Forman

    Love reading your blogs – keep enjoying!

  3. Gilly

    Chris, a really very nice read, thanks for sharing! Regards, Gilly

  4. Peter Heilman

    Ahmen …I’m not very religious but have a very strong sense of spirituality.
    Safe adventures Spot

  5. Mike McEvoy

    Hi Chris,
    So glad you have arrived in Capetown. Have those stitches taken out! Here we are contemplating members of the Cruising Division sailing in company to Lord Howe Island in January and you, having already done that (twice), have made it so far and over many miles solo. Living not only your dream but on behalf of others, like me, who can only do so by aircraft not watercraft. I have been following you on Marine Traffic and it looks like you had a lot of ships around you on this last leg.

    1. Thanks Mike, yes it was a very busy shipping lane – it was not uncommon to have 5-6 ships on the AIS at the same time! It did cross my mind that if I fell overboard or abandoned ship, there would be plenty of vessels around to pick me up 🙂

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