On Valentine’s Day we, two of us, set off from Schull to the River Exe on the south coast of England.
The sea was rough as we set off, getting worse by the time we neared the Kinsale Gas Platform, about 50 miles north of us.
We dropped the sails, switched of the engine, deciding to bob like a cork until sunrise.
The idea was to try get some sleep. Possible until the skipper got tossed out of his bunk cracking his head on the stove.
Compass check :: ‘you don’t have to go far to notice a difference’ HCB