“Promises of light winds”....oh dear! How I wish on day one that we’d kept this to ourselves. Apparently Neptune heard this comment; a hysterical guffaw could be heard in the distance though that could also have been the Captain reading the latest weather report. So the winds began to blow a little harder and the waves began to swell a little higher and they grew and they grew.....and dear Nellie rolled and pitched, rolled and pitched. I guess those of you with a keen eye on the weather reports will be muttering a very satisfied ‘I knew it’! Well, we’re here and so is the weather – lots of it! Plan A went out of the window almost as quickly as it arrived and as I type Plan M is being furtively discussed over the charts.
Meanwhile, in the Galley, Gerry the Cook could be heard gently coaxing the lunch to come together. Nigel has been seen scurrying here and there but that could simply have been with the Ship’s roll or a solo game of statues! Of course, lunch was a splendid affair of soup (!) and homemade rolls. Mind you, it’s a wonder that the few still standing actually got to their meal as lunch was announced as being ‘served in the upper mess...no, the lower mess....did I say upper? I meant upper.....oh dear’. Mercifully Nigel was rescued by the Captain who managed to herd the Grand Ol’ Duke of York and his friends into the right place.
Amusingly dinner tonight was announced as being ‘served in the lower mess via the stern platform!’ Oh the wit!
Still, the news is that we are now off ‘Start Point’ having made slow progress overnight and are currently making just over 4 knots and dare I say, hope to be round the Lizard by early morning – or should I simply hold back on the comment?