Musings from a boat

Day 2.7

Notes: Spent the last 12 hours asleep. Now acclimatised to the graveyard shift. Watching the sun set and come up is epic but its called the graveyard ship for a reason. Dinner – salmon fillet, mash potato, green beens and magnum ice cream. Hair – poor. Tan – limited to face. Wildlife seen – two whales, dolphin pod, sea birds and Sheltlands. Rowing machine 1 Millie Watts 0 #cruiseproblems.

Thoughts from 60^oN.

Whether we are following quite in the footsteps of the likes of Sir Humprey Gilbert, Robert Peary and James Clark Ross, the landslide tsunami project cruise onboard the R. V. Pelagia nevertheless seems to combine many British traditions. We are following both our tradition of Polar exploration whilst using the most important of British ideals, our ability to muddle through. We have also commandeered a foreign vessel, a very British practice since the 15^th and 16^th Centuries.

Progress has been relatively slow. So far we have spent our time speeding at 10 knots towards the Afen slide. There has a lot of heaving, pitching and rolling; the boat not the scientist trying to sleep who have forgotten their sea sickness medication. The transit past Scotland has been marked by drizzle and rain. We have also found that the motion of the boat adds an extra dimension to our attempts at darts and table football. Using a dial up connection is far more efficient for procrastination than broadband as you have to wait ten minutes for each page to load. Salt which has crystallised on the deck is a distinct problem for GoPro suction cups.

What can we expect in the future. Larger waves. Longer and longer hours of daylight. Small disagreements turning into full blown arguments. Holland vs Germany in the WC final? More erratic blog posts.  

Ed Pope