On more than one occasion, I’ve referred to this crossing in similar terms to a spell in prison. In many ways, it’s a good analogy, and I’m thankful my sentence is coming to an end!

The regime is pretty strict and monotonous. You row, you sleep, you eat, you pass the time in between. It’s all fairly boring, but there’s always something to do. Then there’s the food. It’s simple, easily prepared and nutritious, albeit a little bland.

For over two months, you are strictly confined to a 23-foot cell, with admittedly fairly pretty walls. General facilities are pretty basic, to say the least.

You also become entirely used to it. Nothing feels more normal than being woken up by being thrown into a wall, then getting up and rowing all day. It may not be fun, but it’s life.

I’m sure I heard somewhere that prisoners go through stages of emotions, including anger, denial, hope, acceptance and resignation. Well, I get through most of them on an hourly basis right now.

But then you get the trauma of reintroduction to the real world. All the time you dream of this utopia, where you spend your days doing the things you love without a care in the world, and Liv Tyler pops round for tea every now and again. Reality is somewhat different, with jobs, bills and exams to worry about.

Perhaps the biggest concern is of reoffending. Nobody comes out of prison wanting to go back in, but it happens quite a lot. Well, the reoffending rate for ocean rowers makes prison look marvellously successful. I hope I don’t become another statistic!

Luckily, my crippled limp towards Antigua is currently being given a nice firm push from the weather. I couldn’t be more grateful, because I’m not finding much in the way of reserves. When it comes to the end, there is always the possibility of getting a tow into English Harbour - it’s not the easiest place to row into. While I’d ideally like to avoid this, I fear it won’t take much for me to accept such an offer.

But I’m one day closer to the end. How many days there are to go, I don’t dare predict, but I’m not actually disliking being here as much as I was. Nevertheless, I’ve got things to see and people to do. Put simply, I’d rather be in Antigua!