Our dear friend the South wind seems to be swinging to and fro, coyly throwing a tincy bit of Easting into the show but nothing to shout about yet. And so we continue to trudge through concrete – the upshot of today being that I’ve squeezed a smidgen of South into the Westward wiggle. Even if it is a minute smidgen and all lost as soon as I pause, it is good to know it was there. I am having to rest more than usual at present, given the wind angle and course I am trying to make – I feel as minced after one hour’s slog as I would do after eight on a day with a friendly wind. Still, we’re not going backwards, the sun is shining and in a few miles we will edge over the border of 73 degrees, into the dukedom of 72 East.
Excitement continues to build towards the 100 days tomorrow – I have named it ‘Day of the Centurions’, as I think centenerian is a reverent term and should be saved for folks who have actually notched up 100 years, as opposed to this here fruitloop who has bobbed about at sea for a fraction of the time. So, as well as the Great Minstrels Munch, we might have a toga party as I think Roman Centurions did a lot of that and they’re the only Centurions I know about.
Very chuffed so many of you will be joining the chocolate fest – very noble of you. If you’re not acquainted with minstrels/they are unavailable/someone else has beaten you to the last packet/you’re allergic or for some crazy reason you don’t like chocolate (if the latter, I urge you to please go and get a head check), then a happy scoffing of anything delicious will do. It needs to be something you don’t eat very often – these little gems have been saved since I left Blighty in the dark and frigid depths of February.
From our penultimate day of the century,
S & D x x
Barry Gumbert – We offered Mars sponsorship options but to no avail. It is my favourite choc! I once ate 13 in 36 hours when training…
Sally – Toughen up m’dear, I’m sure it’d be tropical for a Pom 🙂
SRS Mermaid – Well done on the regatta victory! Probably deserves extra chocolate rations….
Marcel – Any chance you could shift Mauritius to the North a wee bit, sometime between now and my arrival?
Malcolm Scriven – Beers sound perfect!
BPC – What was Lizzie thinking?! Maybe she had a toouch of sunstroke