Now as our 8^th day draws to a close, the sun setting on a rather unsettled sea, we look back upon what has been achieved. Due to demand, our now told, untold story of what happed to our potatoes as they peaceful hung was released at lunch time which we hope you all enjoy.

Unfortunately, today we had to put the donkey back to work but now he’s having a well-deserved break as we’ve got some stable wind pushing us along at 7-8kts. It has come to our attention that we as writers can no longer be contained and we want to break through that fourth wall. So, we put it to you, our readers to email us questions, mysteries and thoughts that we as a crew can examine and feature in our blog.

‘Our blog with its readers is like a sailboat with wind. You drive us from word to word forever keeping our sails and hearts full. Without you. Yes you. We would be drifting around lost and forgotten, aimlessly on a passage with no end.’
J.A. Line and J.W. Burnip

Chris was the one in chef whites, lunch was served with gourmet cheese and ham toasties and a diced mini babybel and tomato accompaniment with a light drizzle of balsamic. For our evening delights was baked salmon with bulger wheat and sauteed veg, ‘that was a bit of goodness that was’ – Chris Line 17/01/22

Goodnight,

Chris, Jacob, Joe and Robin