A cold sail

After a so called early night’s sleep in Whitehaven, we woke up and prepared the knots and fenders for switching moorings and replenishing our rather depleted water supply. We headed out into the sea, not really sure of where we were going to go until a weather forecast was confirmed, so yeah that was interesting. After passing our pet rock, the frog, opened out the sails and carried on going south, down the Cumbrian coast. Travelling further southwards we were allowed to steer the boat our selves- without crashing- as we were taught how to use the compass and what the rudder degrees box was used for. It was absolutely freezing- literally. So most people went inside we were probably the only ones who stayed out for the whole journey- oh yeah, we still have all our fingers and toes. As we were sailing peacefully, along came these absolutely humongous boats that sent enormous waves crashing towards us making the boat rock like crazy! Meanwhile, below deck Grace and Liv were busy making orange and chocolate cookies- so they went everywhere when the boat rocked... yeah. Also they pulled a prank on Matt by substituting the baking powder with chilli powder so his head very nearly exploded because it was jam-packed! We decided to anchor at Piel Island, where huge boats keep passing us- so trying to sleep is going to be fun... Finally we had Spaghetti Bolognese for tea!


So yeah seeya Alex and Lauren ^_^