2024
We must have been forty miles away when David Godfrey yelled out, "Land ahoy!". He had been up on deck finishing "The Stud". Fortunately, the storm of the previous eighteen hours had abated. Once again, the sky was as blue as a robin's egg and the ocean was like a lightly ruffled tablecloth. "Where? Where?" I cried, scanning the ocean's rim. And then I saw it - a tiny smudge on the horizon and even as I stared, the smudge seemed to grow bigger. Other bloggers were by now clustering on deck, all hoping to catch their first sightings of our faraway destination. Bruce and Keith squabbled like Statler and Waldorf in "The Muppets" Hours passed before I snapped the picture at the top of this blogpost. An albatross wheels expertly on the ocean breeze as Queen Mary's Peak rises from the ocean to a height of 6,760 feet. Essentially, that's what Tristan is - a massive volcano rising up from the bed of the ocean and still active, still g...