Race 10 - Day 15
Crew Diary - Race 10 Day 15
15 April

Is it a bird, is it a plane?

No! It's Sleeping Bag Man!

Able to shoot through the air with speed and grace, but not too great at landing. With appendages constrained by the big yellow Oceanware, it was left to my sacrum (bone in the lower back) to take the full impact of the landing, as I unconsciously flew from my bunk at 01:15 in the morning. Having just returned from the heads, and with only three minutes to our wake-up call for the next watch, I foolishly chose not to fix my lee cloth.

Sleep once more quickly took me and maybe through a combination of a big wave and a swift helm movement, I was launched across the corridor like an Exocet missile. Narrowly missing the bulkhead, my head disappeared into the bilge under the coffin bunk, leaving my legs in the corridor, kicking up like a dying fly.

Graceful it was not; painful it certainly was... and still is! So for the avoidance of doubt, Sleeping Bag Man is not a real superhero, he is a bloody idiot!

And for those of you old enough to remember the 1970s BBC Public Information Broadcasts, Charlie says... Always use a zebra crossing, never talk to strangers, and always, always secure your lee cloth when lying in your bunk.

So... don't be a sloth, use the cloth! (Oh dear, that's bad!)