All well in the shire of Day 111. Nothing very rapid today as we are waiting for the wind of a new system to kick in, so are rowing through a fairly silent,mostly waveless sea. Waiting only figuratively however, you understand; I have rowed since breakfast and will row until I have been thrice whacked in the ribs sometime tonight – whacking occurring by the oars when I fall asleep at the oars, signalling that the oars, too, wish to be put to sleep.
In 15 nauties time we shall be within the final ten degrees of the beach, leaving double figures behind. And with a beautiful set of South Easterly and even more perfect Easterly winds forecast for the next seven days, I hope to make minecemeat of the 570 miles remaining.
Happy that I have regained enough latitude to the South now to push on due West, hopefully my tracker will trace a neat, slick, flat line across your screens here on in to the beach….
From the West and best side of 68°E,
Outey Toot Toot x
Sam Coghlan – Were you not wearing your glasses when you looked at my ‘superb flat line’ or were you being sarcastic?! Zoom in and then you’ll enjoy the knitted glory of the wiggles.
Xtina – How are those boys of yours getting on? Send them a hello for me.
Amy from Minneapolis – Get in a boat, get in a boat!
Spike – Ooh, I’m just waiting for Marcel to rebuff your creole cuisine comment….
Margot – Do you remember packing a malt loaf or a ginger cake into the boat? I have hunted high and low, but sadly to no avail.