As is often the case with plans, it all went down the drain caused by a small detail. In this case the small detail was a small tin of sardines which I had the night before departure and I will spare you the details of my sickness all through the night. It wasn’t pleasant and I was totally exhausted the next morning lying in my bunk, feeling sorry for myself and not in the least bit ready for a three day offshore passage. (I know Webb Chiles doesn’t consider anything under a thousand miles a passage but for my own frail self I thought of this as one).





