It's 10 to 6 in the evening and we are up un deck enjoying a bear. Sophie has won herself the reputation of bing a bit of a miser and the captain has rashioned her beer. As I type this she has abondoned her station and left the measure cup hooked onto the cockpit coming. 150ml no mor no less for the dear girl.
Well, where do I begin it has been a most agreable day. Finbarr takes the nightwatch and goes down around 6 am. Sophie took the moring watch while I dozed in my bunk. She woke me only before dawn when she had sited a ship. I told her to hold the course and went back to my bunk while checking my baring. It was only a matter of minutes before I appeared on deck but by this time the freighter was indeed close. Not a problem. Our first Atlantic encounter. The day just went on and on. Finbarr resurfaced just in time for a soft boiled agg and look at his GPS. We have been running simultaneous reading and comparing notes. We reckon we are just about ready to collide with each other. It was a sunny day and the skipper took to the fordeck to claim a bit of teritory for himself to hang out and enjoy the sun. Funily enough as soon as the skipper got naked the crew started to snigger. Finbarr had never seen anything quite like it. I decided for decorum to don a pair of tatty trunks while doing the chartwork. Later on, partially clad I might add we were talking in the cockpit Seriously lots and lost of silly thiings transpired duing the day. A serioes of spillages the worst of which was the HP sauce in the gallery. I also tried to get my head around the postion report that came in for the first time. Yikes. You would not believe. A comma separated txt file broken in two. The state as the play with the data I have been given is, C is in 189th position out of a record of 226 boats who have reported. That means we have done well despite our tardy start. If the fleet took a U turn we would be out in front!