North Sea Force_7

I last updated this yesterday lunchtime when we were in sight of Scotland. Overnight we have travelled further north to The Faroe Isles. As Scotland receded into the distance, the wind increased. As the wind increased so did the boat's motion, which had been imperceptible until then. At first this was just a bit amusing and stoicism prevailed. The motion steadily increased - in every direction. It soon stopped being amusing. Dinner, for us, is at 6pm who works well. I chose the mushroom soup and shepherds pie, but opted for plain water rather than my usual fizzy pop. The soup went down ok - that's to say it went down my gullet not my shirt. I took a couple of mouthfuls of the pie and rapidly made my excuses to our table companions and headed up two decks to the cabin in case I embarrassed myself. I feltvery unwell. The movement of the ship in the Force 6 / 7 gale was - for me - extremely unpleasant. I laid down and read my ebook. The cabin steward made the room up around me. Sacha…