So close you can almost taste the Guinness.
At the time of writing we have just less than 220 miles left to run, so this should be my last blog for this race.
The crew are counting down the miles and the tell tail signs of a pending arrival are starting to happen. Food supplies are being counted and lockers being cleaned out. The watch that were working on this earlier today were quoting all sorts of old television programs to try and help them keep going throughout the monotonous task of counting endless packets of stuff. My two personal favourites that I overheard were "I fart in in your general direction" and "boing said Zebedee". 10 points to anyone that knows which programs they come from.
Another amusing moment from today came from a cake mixture related incident. A rather considerable amount of cake mix made it out of the tins and all over the inside of the oven. The helpful suggestion to the mothers was to just lick it a bit. Needless to say, much to the amusement of the rest of the team in the galley, this advice was ignored.
Onwards in to the night we continue to charge, towards the Irish coast line and the many friends and family that are waiting for us in Derry-Londonderry. Mum, Dad, see you soon.
IchorCoal OUT!