Toby and Harry attacked the rum last night, painful start. Peter was furious however Toby made strong bloody Mary's, and all was forgiven. We had a difficult departure from Ostend, 2 larger boats had rafted up in front of us, making for a much smaller gap than would be comfortable, thankfully Noah skilfully took us clear of both boats, with Harry and Toby, still very well hydrated, dealing with lines and fenders. - progress is good nonetheless. Noah tested the shower this morning, and was pleasantly surprised with the pressure, while Harry and Toby took to their bunks. Peter was his usual happy self, and when presented with a sausage, lettuce and tomato sandwich, immediately began to complain that the sausages had the toughest skins he had ever eaten (I find that hard to believe...). We are currently just off Lowestoft, steering a course of 352, getting ready to tuck into fillet steak, chips and asparagus. Life is good.
Noah