They had set out, and now have to arrange their stuff so that five men can fit in Brendan. Boots and Rolf were on each side of the foremast, and the other three were in the center shelter. There was just too much stuff in the center for three men to have space to lay down in. George had an idea: Throw out some of the buoyancy foam, and put the extra stuff there. They did so, and then tackled the cabin mess. It was 6 x 6 feet, and somehow they had to fit three men, the radio, the cameras, and the navigation equipment. They put the radio on a makeshift shelf, and heaped the kit bags to make a partition across one-third of the shelter. It was Tim's privilege as the skipper to occupy this space, but it was very small, so small that you had to lay on your side to fit. George and Peter had the rest of the space, but if George turned over in his sleeping bag, he was sure to kick Peter, and when Peter got up, it was almost impossible to avoid stepping on George. They also found out that only Tim could really cook well, so he did all the cooking. They landed on the Aran Islands, and they had a dinner of lobster, donated by some fishermen. They had covered 100 miles in 36 hours.
More soon!
Bell
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