Running on empty?

I was looking forward to resting up on the days between finishing Level 3 training and Crew Allocation Day. Not a chance.

Absolutely. Not. A. Chance. Not with friends like mine.

After deep cleaning the boat on Monday morning and our crew lunch we said our goodbyes and instead of flying home this time I had brought the car as it wasn’t worth returning to Northumberland for just three days. We are allowed one friend/supporter to accompany us to the Allocation day I had no choice but to bring Sally, I was told very firmly she was coming with me and that she had everything sorted for our few days “off”.

So after collecting her from the airport (rather the worse for wear as she hates flying and had to dose up on flying juice), we caught the ferry over to the Isle of Wight to stay with a friend of hers in Cowes. Well, if Sally is mad, Sarah is even more bonkers! I had been looking forward to a lazy few days but absolutely no chance. Drink, party, hot tub, repeat.

They kept waking me up insisting I go for walks (like I really need the exercise?) they fed me prosseco when I would rather have had a nice cup of tea, they coerced me to sit in the hot tub into the early hours each night. My skin is so waterlogged it sloshes as I walk…or is that the alcohol?

I did manage to fit in quick visits to the relatives