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Ian Rambles
A tired swift or swallow moved in to the bridge for
most of the day. We gave it water, insects were beyond
us. It flew off later.
Days Run 25h 368 nautical miles ( 424 miles ).
Noon Position 50 25.0 N 010 26.2 W
Fiona's Journal
Decided to stop transcribing the whole of my written
journal onto the website and boring everyone to tears.
A brief precis will be quite enough.
Strong winds and heavy seas since yesterday evening
are making the Isa roll constantly through 15 to 20
degrees (I mean 7 to 10 degrees to either side of vertical
and I know this is accurate because there is a rather
nice brass swingometer* on the Bridge).
This makes the simplest tasks much harder and the many
flights of stairs, all of which run athwart the ship,
are quite exciting. When going upstairs you are alternately
tipped backwards to that your arms are straining to
hang on to the hand rails and then flung forwards so
that you are almost catapulted up the next few steps.
Arthur and I have had several games of table tennis,
in defiance of the conditions, and this too takes on
a whole new set of challenges when both your floor and
your playing surface are tilting through 20 degrees.
We laughed ourselves into hysterics and my legs are
now like jelly.
After all that exertion I really needed a shower and
hair wash and that too proved an interesting experience.
Just remaining upright in a slippery shower cubicle,
let alone staying under the water and in control of
the soap and shampoo, is my idea of a circus skill!
* Swingometer is probably not the correct technical
term for this instrument!
Arthur's Log:
(2 am) A storm has whipped up, everything fell
off my desk, I went back to sleep.
It's been rocking all day. Going up and down the stairs
– at first you are leaning backwards and it is
the hardest thing in the world, suddenly you are flung
into the stairs and must pump you legs as fast as you
can to make it to the top before you simply fall over.
The power in each tip is huge because the bridge is
so high up as well as tipping back and forth 10 degrees
or so it is also swinging 10 meters back and forth.
Mum and I tried to play ping pong (emphasis on the
word tried). Because of the movement and momentum, when
making a dive for the ball some times, the ship would
throw you too far and you would over shoot your mark
and smash into the wall while the ball gently bounces
on the floor behind you. I made a large dent in a cabinet
with my head by doing this. Or you do the opposite,
make a lunge for the ball and fall short making a pathetic
swing at thin air.
The Harry Report
Found the ping-pong room and played with (my bros) Arthur
and George a lot.
George's Musings
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