Day 3 (Atlantic Voyage)
As Giles aptly described, small things can become alarmingly interesting after a number of days at sea. A bird, for instance, sparked lively, Attenborough-esq debate between Digger and I as we tried to identify its species from its distinctive features. After exhausting the only seabird option we knew (a seagull) we decided that it must be a type of weird seagull and moved on to naming other birds that we knew the names of.
After an invigorating, not to mention knowledgeable, back and forth Digger shouted out, “Partridge!” (for some reason breaking into a little jig as he did so) and with this we moved on to discussing what our favourite Alan Partridge series was. It was truly a lively debate.
However today was different, today stuff actually happened. Whereas yesterday I was amusing myself by trying to identify a plastic bag that we sailed past through some binoculars (inconclusive -maybe Tesco), today a whole school of dolphins frolicking in the bow wave of the boat wasn’t even the best thing that happened (though it was excellent).
It was Giles’ birthday and not only did we catch him a birthday fish (successfully identified by Digger and I as ‘not a mackerel’) and cook it up for lunch, but as we enjoyed some cake a Sperm Whale swam up and wished him happy birthday. Sperm Whales, despite being named after probably the worst human excretion, are truly awesome creatures and such a rare and fortuitous spot. Frankly it make the dolphins look, well, a bit rubbish.
With the wind blowing a cool fifteen knots weve been cruising alond all day, accompanied only by our friend the bird who, I’ve got to say, looks somewhat lost. But as Digger rightly pointed out, ‘what do you think he’s saying about me!’
Still floating – Brook
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