”IF THERE WAS EVER A TIME FOR YOU TO KICK ASS AND ROW 20HRS A DAY NOW IS IT”
This was the focal point of Ricardo’s email which greeted me this morning, many many hours ago – the idea being to optimise the SE winds. It is now 2000 and the sun has just gone to bed, leaving me to go back out to play in the rain and the dark. I started rowing 12 hours ago and have just had my first extended break of the day. ‘Twill have been one whole hour of respite from Soggyville. Deep joy.
I’m not optimistic of clocking 20 hours at the oars, not if I’m to carry on and do the same again and again until the end, but I’ll squeeze as many more hours out of the day as is feasible without compromising my safety. It’s easy to pull an all nighter on land when its called for, from time to time, but out here 84 days in and with goodness knows how many more to go, I have to be sensible and just make sure every hour on the oars is as effective as it can be.
Yours, with matchsticks in her eyes,
84 miles to the 70’s!
Richard – There’s no pre-bosh warning given, thus it was not filmed.
Xtina – I need to show you how to eat a mars bar sometime – you’re not supposed to cut it up!
Zanah – Enjoy the final run in m’dear. I’ll still be truckin’ in one month, methinks… Will visit in the new term.