The sail back today allowed us to revel in one of those winter days that make the others more bearable. Barely a cloud in the sky, Force 3 or 4 sailing all the way.

Here is a riddle for nautical navigators:

At about lunchtime today I took this photo from our yacht. What is slightly strange about this picture?

As usual answers on a postcard or by email.

UPDATE:

The answer, which Captain JP got spot on, was that if we are looking towards the sun at lunchtime then we must be looking close to south. Ie. The picture was taken from the north of a south cardinal.

The Thai fishermen’s longboats had seen it all before and bobbed nonchalantly as the storms built and subsided on all sides, through the day and night.

This is the full moon from two nights ago, rising amongst the clouds. The picture was taken at about 11 o’ clock and so we are looking close to southeast.

I took this picture a week ago. It shows the lower fair-weather cumulus clouds against the upper cirrus clouds. It is not at all unusual to watch the lower clouds and upper clouds move in different directions and to feel a third wind direction on your face at the same time.

I had been working on the chapter about the sea in my book last week, so was even more finely tuned to its vagaries than normal as we crossed to the Isle of Wight on Saturday morning.

The sea’s colour is influenced by its depth, the colour of the seabed, salinity, microorganisms, silt and light levels to name a few factors.

The subtle shift in colour can be seen as the sea shallows to the coast off Ryde. The dark horizontal strip in the middle distance is caused by a thin cumulus cloud.

Natural navigation is a mixture of art and science and this can be felt very strongly when the sun disappears behind the clouds. Science allows us to understand the direction that the sun will be and there is an art to reading the cloud edges to reveal the direction of the sun, even when we cannot see it.

The low trees on the exposed hilltop had been groomed by the prevailing southwesterly winds. There were green, grey and gold lichens layering the various sides of the brick.

This morning’s sun was a strong enough clue, but if we wanted to know which way was southeast then these aircraft contrails are pointing the way to the continent.

It looks like a particularly busy morning for aircraft, but this is just a reflection of atmospheric conditions. The hydrogen-rich jet fuel has mixed with oxygen, reacted in the engines and formed, among lots of other lovely and not so lovely things, water. In certain temperatures and humidity levels this water freezes into ice crystals. The high cirrus clouds that we normally see are also composed entirely of ice.

The length of time that a contrail survives depends on the humidity, if the air is dry it will sublimate away, but if saturated they will last as long as other cirrus clouds.

Last night my wife was spared such ordeals as I was working outside, in a small patch of woodland. I watched the sun’s light moving up the trees in front of me. Unlike the crisp edges of the chimney shadow, the edges were blended. The shadows were moving upwards but not following discrete lines. The sun’s light was being broken by low trees in the west and it was beginning to merge with the distant low clouds. Its shadows were constantly reorganising themselves to reflect this as the blue light gave up and the yellows and oranges became dominant.