I sit with stinging eyes from the sun salt and sleep that has formed a lethal cocktail, and watch jimmy on the helm as he attempts to beat my SOG (speed over the ground) record, which is only 6.1 portraying the lack of wind we are currently experiencing after a night of reefed sails. The last few weeks (even months) are a blur of work, excitement and wonder at how fast this journey has come upon us. It does seem awhile since we left howth and encountered ‘hurricane biscay’ (as we like to call it), however at the same time the months flew by.
The lads arrived last Tuesday and a lot of work and
organisation (as did the arc parties) allowed us to adapt a get to know each
other, important considering we would be spending a month in close quarters together.
Everyone gets on perfectly, and there are a number of different minds to
calculate the different tasks and problems we will face on this journey
together, all the same I doubt if there is any solution to the snoring chorus
that john and liam erupt together each evening! As the last evening approached
butterflies were swarming in the stomachs of many along ‘the wall’
(the area in
The day today was spent fixing our generator ‘jenny’,
and enjoying Jim’s
Mon 21 Nov 2005 18:12