10 weeks at sea.
Good moaning!
Actually, apart from isolation, same meager, menu daily, miserable toilet and washing facilities, dirty clothes, unwashed hair, damp bed, calloused hands and pimpled bottom, I have nothing to moan about!
On the contrary, during the night, Neptune decided to assist after all and gradually my speed increased and the crazy rolling improved. So I am now a very happy man, in fact.
Wind is still a gentle from SW, we are being pushed N all the time, now at 49 40 N and only a few miles S of the Scillies. But neighbour Leif in Engersand has studied the wave direction and says they go straight from me to my finish! Thank you and tune in again tonight, Leif!
I have decided to increase food intake in sheer optimism, but in the back of my mind I keep wondering why Oliver Hicks took as long over 2nd half as 1st half in 2005. Can Olly himself (you are preparing another big row, right?) or Tatiana/Teddy in ORS explain? Weather, equipment problems, ran out of food, rudder failure?
Meanwhile I remain a guarded optimist.
The 1950’s NRK productions of Henrik Ibsen’s plays kept me going y’day. Not too much optimism in his dramas, but his use of symbols and understanding of psychology is timeless. Finished “A Doll’s House” and listened to all of “The Wild Duck”. Impressive acting by famous Norwegians from my childhood and youth. Not dramas to cheer you up, but lots of food for thought and makes me so happy to live in a time when women have equal rights and children are better protected from their parent’s mistakes and delusions.
Now to the oars!
If easy to row I do not need any other entertainment than thinking and talking to myself and the birds and dolphins and also to some of you!