Last Minute (.com!)

While the crew work away with final fettling of the boat, B(ST) (That's me: Bill - Support Team) has been checking out the IT. Communications will be difficult, as Cellphones really don't work too well in the middle of the Irish Sea, and anyway, despite our best efforts, the batteries will probably be flat anyway! And as I've never blogged or wirelessed (err.. is that a real word?)before anything might happen, or more likely nothing..

Anyway, back to the team in action:

The Rowing Rig is a thing of technical beauty. Claimed to be more comfortable than the rowing machine in the gym, and excellent exercise to ease tired muscles after running, it will provided many minutes of pleasure when the wind drops. Then it will be hours of shear agony unless the crew sees sense and puts the kettle on to wait for the wind's return instead. Andrew tested it out while on the mooring and completely syked out the other boats watching. Good start! And probably the best use the rowing gear will ever be put too.

Of course the crew includes our resident mountaineer, David. Preferring the Himalayas to the Welsh Mountains, David sensibly volunteered to stay on the ground and to hoist Patrick to the top of the mast to enjoy the view and sort the electrics. The actual quality of the view depended on whether Patrick was looking down or not, but his photo sure scares the living daylights out of me!

Finally, David was left with sticking on our race number, 23. This is now proudly displayed on both sides of the hull. There is no boat numbered 32, so if it's spotted that way up something will have gone badly wrong.

Plans for tonight? An early supper, followed by some serious football supporting, and celebrations late into the night if England win. True dedication to the cause!

(Update by Bill - Support Team)