Monday 17th November
Still rainy
Spent most of the day steering. A young sailor kept me company and the time passed quite pleasantly. His name is Adrian. He knows lots of interesting jokes which are rather funny although I don't get all of them.
Apparently he ran away to sea at the age of eleven after a big argument with his mother (his father had died when he was very young). They reconciled recently and now he goes home every Christmas. But this short summary does not do justice to the trials and heartbreaks of a life upon the wave. The Sea, Diary, is a harsh mistress.
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