I’ve been sailing in the very beautiful Whitsundays courtesy of Whitsunday Escape –
My memories are partly hearing memories:
The anchor chain falling – nearly time for a sundowner…….
What a peaceful spot for the evening. Plop – oh – it’s a turtle…Have you seen one before?
What a beautiful quiet bay – the island is narrow here. In the distance, I can hear the surf. It’s different the other side – I feel I can see it.
I can hear a plover – where is it? I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.
I know we are speeding along – I can hear it. Listen to the sound of the boat through the water…Slow sounds different. Languorous. Relaxing. Fast sounds exciting, frenetic
I’m below, but I can hear the mainsail going up. Get moving, Elaine. They need some help up there.The sails are not full – can you hear the movement? Where’s the wind?
The engine is on. Bother, but we’re back on our way. Speed? Disruption? Destination versus journey?
Plop sound from the stern – oh, its only trapped air bubbles. Disappointment. I’d hoped to see another turtle.
Stern voice command. Pay attention. Water, wind. tide – get it right.
The sound of the rigging. Is this right? Why is it the pitch it is? What’s happening? It was different last night.
I can hear voices. Are they on this boat? Or far away?- it’s hard to judge out here.