Kiloran of Edinburgh - What tun-a you gonna play?

Bereft of the ‘opium of the people’- which apparently is television from
the perspective of 19th Century David - Erica has already moved on from
her much needed self-help books to Game of Thrones. Meanwhile dad, the
Duke of Haven’t Got a Clue, has been altering sails in the hope of
beating some cargo ship to an unknown destination. Having settled on our
neon pink spinnaker we are in dad’s words “whipping along!” and in
Richard’s words “still moving” - nevertheless I am unsure whether to be
proud of or embarrassed by the colour in front of our only visitor of
recent, a little song bird by the name of Jerry who seems to be
dangerously far from the shore with rather small wings relative to a
very large belly. Hopefully he’s as keen to see Cape Verde as we are.

David is concerned with the angle of the dangle of the hammock as his
bum scuffs on the ground with each rock of the boat. He looks like a
dragon fruit in a basket under the reflection of the sail - I’ll try to
recall that vision if times get desperate in the life raft. His loss of
balance in the hammock is compensated by the addition of browning
bananas and softening carrots, along with their putrid smell, in his
bunk thanks to his ineffective fruit baskets. That, I’m sure, will only
be the first of many an incident to occur following his professing of
the ‘r’ word in place of the safer ‘underground mutton’ during a
marginally sexist story about the millionaire magician Paul Daniels.
What was he thinking? And now the safety police, a.k.a Erica, who had
for a while stopping hugging her PLB to sleep, is on lifejacket patrol
again and is obsessing over the path of every cargo ship this side of
Africa.

In other news we have actually caught two tuna, although we gave one
back to Poseidon and kept the one heavily infested with parasites, we’ve
spied dolphins and what we assume to be pilot whales from an extremely
remote distance, I’ve managed to get sunburnt on a winters afternoon and
the girls have been granted our first night watch from 0200-0210
tomorrow. Much to celebrate.