;On a daily basis, I wonder what am I doing out here. It’s hard keeping things dry. You’re nearly dry by the end of a watch and then you get hit by a massive wave just as you’re going below. It’s dripping everywhere; everything’s wet. You sail over a massive wave at an angle and you’ve left your fleece on the bunk, so it falls down into the slopping bilge. Everything is so cold and there’s so much condensation building up, especially if you boil a kettle for tea. Everything’s damp. That’s where I live.
Posted February 26, 2003