Just a quickie while I snatch a break and then it’s back to ye olde oars. For the first time since the very, very early days, this morning I was out and rowing before the sun had even contemplated an arrival. Result!
Since last week I have been maxing out on the oars – rowing more hours than normal. It is like a distance runner striding out toowards the bell , which will signal the final circuit. The beach is still 500 nauties away but this is nearly the last lap… I have been so so SO excited that I can’t imagine what it will be like when I am 400, 300,200 away and racking up the pace yet again and again. And then 100…and then 50…So on and so on… And then Mauritius. Mauritius. MAURITIUS! I know I use the word ‘excited’ very often, but I really am supra-excited.
And yesterday was another ‘4 chocolate bar’ triumph. Though on this note I am fearful that the next few days might herald the start of the Unchocolate Age. Gulp. Even more reason to max out to Mauritius…MAURITIUS !
Yours in supra bubbly excitement from Day 112,
Outey Toot Toot x
Paul Kane – Have Getty agreed to fly you over to photgraph my final miles and landing?! I haven’t been much of a fisherwoman though – on grounds of not wanting to catch the Tweedles.
Xtina – Yowch, I do pity the boys’ issues in the undercarriage department. Hope they have some good creams. Safe trip out to M – hopefully you’ll still be rumpunching when I arrive.
Claire C – Poor Mr Halibut, indeed. Any other breaking news in the wildlife world?
Mark MM – Yum, I’ll have a fiver’s worth!
Margot- Happy days! Shame about the cakes – maybe just a figment of my imagination.