Ben Edwards, crew Sept 14 UTC 07.18
I hate this part of a journey. Yesterday as I came off watch we were scheduled to arrive about midnight tonight. I hate that anyway because you get the so close yet so far feeling. But typically as I came off watch the wind picked up, moved to an unhelpful angle and created the worst sea state we’ve had since the Chuckchi Sea. We’re still supposed to arrive about two in the morning but it will make the next twenty two hours really horrible. Not that our arrival time mattes too much, we can’t go in till it’s light anyway.
I don’t think I’ve talked about who’s getting on and off in Upernavik. I’m not, obviously, Dad’s not and Nikolai’s not. The rest, David, Johan, Barbara and Constance are. In Upernavik we’re meeting The Mother, a man named Colin Walker and his wife Alison and Frances Guard, the energetic camerawoman with the big dog I talked about in Bristol(See blog 2). All of us are then sailing down Greenland to its capital, Nuuk. After that everyone gets off except me and Dad and the Atlantic Crew get on. I don’t know any of them so it’ll be odd, especially since Dad gets off in Quatorq, in the south of greenland. After that it’s back to Bristol. It’s odd thinking that I’m well over three quarters of the way home. It still feels like a very long way off.
A couple of days ago my sister sent me an email containing the following puns:
Did you hear about the chef that died?
He pasta way….
we cannoli do much….
his legacy will become a pizza history….
he ran out of thyme…..
I added that he had been a-salted, and that he could now rest in peas. If you can think of any others I’m certain they’d be appreciated. And if not they’ll at least make me laugh. See you in Upernavik, bye.