Day 2 - Wednesday, April 2 2008 Immersion suits are fun. If they had a sheep-skin outer covering I’d bring one home for Bob, knowing Aberdonians would find that completely irresistible. They look like the kind of blow-up girlfriend he’s always fancied, except in pre-inflation mode and much better-looking than his usual live selections. The difference with an immersion suit is that it’s not inflatable. You have to climb inside and then it adapts to the contours of the wearer. It’s like a one-piece frogman’s outfit with a big zip-up shawl collar that you pull [View Full Entry]

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Day 1 - Tuesday, April 1 2008 I brought a biography of Nelson to while away the idle hours. In retrospect, maybe not such a good idea. This ship is French, not Italian as we’d supposed. Recherchez du Trafalgar? Non, non, mais oui, l’Admiral d’Villeneuve est un matelot magnifique, ne c’est pas! So that’s Horatio confined to the cabin for the rest of the voyage. His presence in the wardroom appears to be un petit non diplomatique. As you see, my French is coming on splendidly as a result of such fraternite with the master and the officers whose English is [View Full Entry]

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