How is that amazing lady of 76 doing out there on her own, sailing the loneliest seas on earth, and right around our planet?
|An ocean-going wave ... Smiling Jeanne seemingly relaxed a few days before her astonishing adventure began.|
She's not experienced a walk on terra firma, to the bus stop or a corner shop, since 3rd October. Now it's the northern Summer - at least occasionally.
It takes some accepting that the last time she shared the company of other humans is that very long stretch before Christmas.
Few women have braved the adventure
Solo circumnavigations by men have not been so uncommon over the years, but few women have braved the adventure, and certainly none anywhere near Jeanne's age.
Yes, 76, which is quite amazing when you compare Jeanne's adventure with the life of most 76-year-olds.
How many times since 3rd October has the average 76-year-old gone shopping, visited the grandchildren, been taken for a drive with the family, chatted with how many dozen friends and acquaintances, watched television, gone to the films?
It's true that the good sailor did pause in a very unusual way for circumnavigators.
She was guided into New Zealand's Timaru harbour, permitted to virtually hang off a wharf, declining all help and acts of hospitality, apparently - and doubtlessly scores of home-made hospitality cakes - so that she could affect some repairs and yet still be considered 'unassisted'.
Whether the respite won't mar her aspirations remains to be seen.
Even so, her performance is extraordinary, and really remarkable for any human, let alone one of elder, bus-pass status.
Jeanne is north-east of New Zealand at 34˚6'S x 166˚30'W, seemingly well clear of the bitter conditions of the Roaring Forties.
'With the cabin temperature reaching just over 20C, I've removed two top fleece layers and a thick lower one - at last!' Jeanne reports.
'Nice to have less thicknesses on. Not such a Michelin man now.'
Jeanne reports that the wind has been gusting at 35 knots. 'Very difficult moving around or doing anything with big seas on the beam banging into us and rolling us around.'
'Decks were frequently under water - toerails especially were often well awash as seas came onto us and heeled us over.'