Wednesday 17 August 2016

Ilfracombe: waiting the tide

Sam is asleep in the forward bunk, Dad asleep in the bunk opposite mine snoring like a train. I'm sat here typing this with a goodnight glass of Laphroaig, looking forward to the 25nm passage back to Swansea tomorrow, starting as close to 0300 as I can get up.

I should probably drink up and bunk down.

Never been my strong point.

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