Once More Unto the Breach
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Once More Unto the Breach

Once More Unto the Breach

Once More Unto the Breach

The cabin interior is once more a war zone. Outside the waves are doing their best to get in and everything in is determined to get out.

You cannot stand or walk without holding firmly onto something. Using two hands for one task is out of the question. Moving about is more like falling into empty space. Fall, grab. Fall, grab. Fall, grab. That sort thing. The trick is to not fall into space that is already I occupied by something large and immovable or small and breakable. It’s an art form really and I can only imagine how funny it must look to see me lurch about the cabin spilling and dropping and chasing things about on all fours.

The stove is gimballed and can therefore maintain a level surface when the boat is heeled. It is, in fact, the only level surface on the boat. This should give you some idea of what I am talking about…

Follow my tracks in real-time:


  • BT
    Posted at 10:41h, 02 July Reply

    Bert, you are amazing! Following you progress and posts with great admiration for you courage and wishing / willing you success. You are on the downhill run now. All the best from an Aussie follower BT ( 2 degrees of separation from your Uncle Joe).

  • Sandi Lyon
    Posted at 03:20h, 06 July Reply

    That looks about right. When it’s hot out in the ocean, its foggy and wet on the Wet Coast. That means you’re on the right track, heading the right direction. Finally. Woohoo.

  • Anita Kuntz
    Posted at 00:10h, 08 July Reply

    Following you journey and am truly amazed.

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