Our large male mothers, Jamie and Rob, get an ‘A for attempt’ for their delicious supper. Like all memorable meals it got off to a solid start, with burgers, beans and mash. Looking a little too comfortable, some imbecile decided to throw a curveball in - hiding the last prepped pineapple inside the bread maker. What followed was a somewhat flustered uphill struggle. Finishing with an interesting take on fruit salad and brownies that were only accessible with a hammer and chisel. The happy couple have requested that we arrive in Derry~Londonderry before our rota puts them into dangerous Peter Ian Staker territory again, sorry lads.

The aft heads deserves a mention as it has turned itself into a techno nightclub with high quality red and white flashes varying in intensity. Nic Norfolk was in there for quite the session pumping the bioluminescence last night. Like many techno nightclubs it won’t stop, so we may be heading back to the hammer and chisel in due course.

In more serious news, a few of the crew have decided to get ‘tattoos’. Richard - a turtle inside the shape of a foot. James - the word ‘Marlow’ across his forehead. Tash - my nickname initialled above her heart. Jonny Vin Rouge with said initials on his derrière...

We have a low pressure developing and we’ll give our merry best to stay with it for as long as mother nature allows, before the old trustworthy wind seeker is deployed once more.

Get ready, Ireland, here we come...

Johnny, Rob and a curiously creative crew.