Day 16: Growing Gills
This blog was dictated by Roz and transcribed by her mother, Rita Savage. Today was a little bit wet in … Read More
This blog was dictated by Roz and transcribed by her mother, Rita Savage. Today was a little bit wet in … Read More
Today I declared my email capabilities officially dead. Mentally I have already moved on. That’s just the way it is, … Read More
Day 14: Hanging on by a Thread. At the time of writing, my ability to communicate with dry land hangs … Read More
This is Roz’s blog for May 1st, just before all her technology went wrong. Maybe because it is day 13 … Read More
In the middle of last century, somebody setting out to row an ocean would have had no means of communicating … Read More
Today has felt like rather an eventful day – which is a good thing. The ocean can be a very … Read More
Today, to my immense regret, I finished listening to Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon. I will miss the soft Scottish accents, … Read More
Today ended in rather discombobulating fashion. The wind decided to start pirouetting round all the points of the compass, and … Read More