Thursday 25th May
Don’t worry, we are OK, but we were thinking of our girls, and felt moved to write them the following few lines (not original, out of copy-right, no Google Search).
Bridget, Susan, Eleanor, Yoanna, Therese, Mysteria…
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And Summer’s lease had all too short a date
Sometimes too hot the eye of Heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance our nature’s changing course untrimmed
But thine eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor loose possession of that fair thou ownest
Nor shall Death brag thou wandrest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest
As long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
This day, the 25th of May, 570 nautical miles South West of Horta.