1. Where does one begin when the sound and motion of the sea is still with one even in the big city, even sitting at the computer. The brain still gives out messages - swaying from side to side, stabilising the legs to counteract the motion.
2. Motions are the first and foremost thoughts about sailing. The acclimatisation during the first days were prominent. The body and brain becoming attuned to the rocking, the hands and arms accustomising themselves to the lever of the toilet - pumping ten times for one and twenty for the other with one foot on the lid. The legs had to learn to stretch from the dinghy to the boat; the art only being mastered on the last day. Another week and one would have obtained the sea leg certificate.
3. Clambering and being confined in a small space presented a challenge. A clamber onto the bunk, out of the hatch, up on the deck. The muscles which are used are different to those of cycling. Seven people on the ocean - two of whom we had never met. The week progressed with hardly a cross word between us.
4. The air, the sea, the boat allowed one to just be. There was nothing else for it. One could only be. Read, swim, snorkel and be. Sleep took over. More sleep in concentrated fashion than in a whole year.
5. More tomorrow. A call away.
Sailor Suzie
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