Blog/Diary

From flat calm sea to unfriendly westerlys, this adventure has been one of continuous battles with the elements, combined with stunning sea and sky scapes, but before i get too wistful, we still have 600 miles to go and only 10 days of food left! so we are hoping not to be anchored up for too long, otherwise its down too half rations, this is not especially welcome as we have felt hungry most of the way across. We need you’re messages now more that ever, please keep them coming.

Still very light conditions but we are puling hard (wheeey!) and seem to be making good progress. The cocktails and beaches of Antigua are tantalisingly close , however we always feel so far away.

During my morning shift I saw quite a few fish larking about, and after the relief of getting over a short spell of constipation all I could think about was tucking into some fresh Atlantic marine life. Therefore I have cast a line over the side with some sparkly thing on the end. Its now just a waiting game.

Today is a day for celebration, we have strong winds and currents from the east pushing  towards our goal, we have made a leap to the second page of our chart, and today is also Chris’ birthday- yipee.  A big thank you to all who sent messages. Humpo, Joe asks if you found that new diet plan in your monthly subscription to cosmo……………..salad and yoghurt.

Right. That’s it. Its official… Chris and I are 100% feral. If Sir Alexander Fleming had a pair of our shorts, he would have been able to cure cancer in a matter of hours. Rowing in 35-40 degree heat for two hours at a time, with little to no wind to cool us down, has actually catalysed the evolution of intelligent life where there once was none. Despite this, we’re now back to rowing at good speeds and we hope to be in Antigua in roughly three weeks.

One of the consequences of rowing for 12 hours a day through an ocean is that you get a very sore backside.  All sorts of treatments and remedies have been tried, or at least I thought so until today. The idea is to clean the area that is pocked with spots, sudocreme the worst bits, and then cover with a melolin pad. This, however, I could not do on my own. Therefore, as I lay on my front with legs akimbo, Joe proceeded to tape the patch to my rear, dangerously close to where another man should never go. This is one memory I will find hard to forget.

Thanks for the messages, especially from Tom Foulkes- Arnold and Adam Libby in Afghanistan, good luck and stay safe.