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…

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