16 NOV
On our trip down from Kinsale was well navigated by Neil and Darren, but all Darren’s good work was to be undone shortly before Foulmouth. Darren’s vey minor indiscretion was standing on the soon to be leeward side, behind the mast as we were gibing with his life jacket on in an interesting and incorrect way. It was looked on very dimly by the skipper which meant press ups were imminent. He was lucky to only get 15 down hill press-ups as even after being warned he could not figure out what he was doing wrong. With the press-up account now open all be warned more are likely to be on their way.
Once we had landed in Foulmouth the cleanup operation was underway. The following day with some we started getting the boat ready for the next leg of the trip and decisions needed to be made as to where we should go. Our skipper, in his infinite wisdom gave us the responsibility of deciding where to go, as he did not want to be bullied by the girls, Coward!!!! We were given the choice of sailing to Lisbon and back to Cork with just a short stop to refuel and resupply, or a series of shorter trips along the north of France and maybe Belgium. By blind ballot it was decided to stay with the shorter trips so we head off to Poole before making a short trip south. But short as it was, our stay in Foulmouth was not without incident.
We spent the first evening rafted to a 15 million pound boat and thankfully managed to avoid dinging it on the way in, no thanks to Neil who thought that he might be able to be afford the boat if we put a large scratch down its hull (luckily the helm has a little more sense, but not much).
After the clean up was completed a few found their to watch Ireland getting thumped by the All Blacks (please note that this bog s written by a foreigner). The sensible crew members found their way back to the boat via several fast-food joints, but some crew members who shall remain nameless decided to take in some of the local sights. So after bouncing around town for a while they found themselves in a dodgy nightclub and eyeing up the local talent. At this point someone suggested commandeering a German Submarine (u-Boat) which had been moored up near us for the most of the day. Luckily none of them were capable of figuring out how to get across the bridge to the U-boat so instead they decided to revert to Plan A and start a mutiny onboard our yacht (yet another failure).
With an early start this morning, most of the crew were out on deck getting ready to make way accept for one who was late to raise his head from the pillow. A warning was issued and said person is now the dogs body for the day. As I write this the dogs body is doing press-ups for stuffing up a sail raise and I feel it could be a long day for Neil, with no rest bite.
We are presently discussing naked Wednesday’s which unsurprisingly was a suggestion by the girls. The skipper has finally agreed to one of our suggestions without reluctance and naked Wednesday could be passed as a proposition in the next couple of hours.
Alice
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