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Ian Rambles
This morning we crossed 45 W - one eighth of the way
round the world. Have we been at sea too long? We leave
you to judge.
Days Run 24h 324 nautical miles ( 373 miles ).
Noon Position 53 16.1 N 046 13.4 W
Fiona's Journal
It's a rough old day today, cold and overcast and drizzly
with limited visibility. We are about as far from land
as we can be with strong cross winds and heavy seas
breaking over our bow intermittently. George and Harry
are tired and inappetant and just want to be back on
dry land again and their nausea is not helped by the
fact that the turbulence seems to have churned up the
ship's drainage/sewerage system so that there is a foul
smell coming up from all the floor drains in the bathrooms!
Arthur and I are persisting with our table tennis despite
being occasionally hurled across the room when caught
off balance – Arthur has made a dent in in the
equipment cupboard with his head. I feel a bit like
a toddler who hasn't quite mastered walking yet. Just
getting from one side of the cabin to the other requires
a wide-legged gait and preplanning of emergency grab
points in case of a sudden lurch. And they are still
serving soup in shallow bowls for lunch! It is clearly
a test of seamanship to transport it to your table without
spilling any – we fail abjectly.
Overnight we will enter iceberg territory in the dark
and in poor visibilty. The Captain is sleeping on the
Bridge alongside the officer on watch – just in
case!
Arthur's Log:
We hit the continental plate tonight about eleven,
where the depth shallows from 4000 meters too just 300.
It is where whales loiter because if all the good food
on the side of the plate, but it is unlikely that we
see any because it will be after dark.
Today is the roughest day yet, waves are crashing impressively
over the bow and along the deck. At one point sitting
back against dads desk books, pads, clothes, orange
juice, a laptop and a kettle launched of the end of
the desk onto my head. I caught most the important things,
the orange juice and the laptop, but the kettle (recently
boiled) nearly stopped me having children (in the future
sense not current of future)
Dad played crateman solidly today he went from level
nine (3 levels behind me) too level 26 so today I am
playing catch up.
Just before I went to bed, as I predicted visibility
dropped to moderate or good also known as “bugger
all”
The Harry Report
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George's Musings
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The jigsaw progresses - slowly.
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