Motoring to Ireland

Half the crew is sort of drowsy, drugged on seasickness pills. Scottish oatmeal porridge is the “Babette” captain’s preferred remedy for lumpy seas. It helps. And the wind dies and the waves lie down. Good for sea-legs, bad for sailing. Captain Oernulf dumps 40 liters of diesel into “Babette’s belly as we motor north.

The crew loses her sea-green pallor and cooks coq au vin. Shame we can’t invite “Sedna” over for dinner.