I went to the bow of the boat this morning - to relieve the boredom of course - in 22 knots and rough seas - to tie down the storm jib which had somehow escaped from its bag and was flapping about like a demented emu. I decided to leave the "Foulies" in the cabin as I knew I was going to be utterly soaked by wave after wave leaping down at me off the bow - and sure enough I seemed to be underwater lots of the time, grimly hanging on with bare feet hands and teeth and the tethers, it was like being at one end of a huge and violent see-saw that for whatever reason someone built under a waterfall.. The water was surprisingly warm but the strong wind made me cold, so, job done I retreated to the cockpit and took everything off and left it out there. It was lovely to hold the warm kettle against my stomach and chest like a "hottie", rub myself down and get in to warm dry clothes, my first clean up since leaving NZ.
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