Here we are miles from anywhere. 3 men in a boat. Shambolic I can tell you. Not in keeping with naval tradition. Some of the crew failed to wash to day. One hasn't even washed this month. Very rolly out here on the briny. Difficult to keep up with my knitting. We have a competition on board to make welcome mats out of beard hair and baggywrinkle out of another type of curlier hair. This is in total contrast to the rest of the fleet who are surging ahead under double poled parasailers while catching 30ft Dorado for filleting for their freezers. We are so far behind that we are thinking of joining next years ARC as well. David keeps cutting himself. I think its accidental although it could also be a cry for help. Nick was sick a few times but this might have been a direct result of my mushroom and red pepper casserole. I have only slept fitfully in crumpled positions wherever I last fell over.
Must go as the front sail keeps wobbling a bit and the back one looks very tight. Waves here are very big and wet but the water inside them is mostly fairly warm but it doesn't go with the carpets.
Skipper Mike
+ Dave + Nick on RAPAREE
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