Yesterday, I mentioned that I’d carelessly lost three miles south and it would take me several hours to get them back. Well, 24 hours later, I’m halfway there!

I don’t have much to say on the rowing side of things; after all, if you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all. But it isn’t much fun, and the end can’t come soon enough. Looking at the weather, the end definitely won’t come soon enough!

Earlier on in the crossing, I sarcastically suggested that there should be a film about ocean rowing. Now I think there should be! This row has had it all.

Starting off with what appeared to be attempts at sabotage, and mad rushes to pull everything together before even leaving England. Once in Gomera, there was the battle with the Canaries’ very own Boss Hogg, complete with shorts, pink shirt and bow-tie (apparently). This led to a rather covert departure, as I wasn’t sure if I was on the run or not. Once under way, there’s been storms, breakages, amazing experiences, boats full of dead people (maybe!), and near misses. Finally, after all that, there’s the big final twist as a huge storm hits just a few hundred miles from the end. I’m sure I could work in a love interest somewhere along the way, and it’s all coupled with being the youngest solo rower in the oldest boat (this year, at least).

There’s only one bit left to come up with: the ending…