In the North Atlantic

On Saturday we woke up passing the Westermsnn islands - parsley populated volcanic rocks to the south of the Icelandic mainland. Dramatic wildlife havens for the main part. As these receded into the distance life on the ship settled into a day of idleness. My wife sampled the hot tub:' I finished another book. She did a successful art session: I dozed in the sun. After another dressing up dinner there was another show - but not the planned event. There had been some sort of technical hitch, so three was an impromptu performance by three of the cast vocalists, which was probably better than the expected song & dance routine. I don't sleep too well although I'm not sure why, I woke up on Sunday morning tired and a little irritable. Fine food, good company, and constant stimulation awaits. In the morning we went to one of the series of talks by the writer Gervais Phynn. These have been well received by everyone we've spoken to, and we've watched one of the previous talks on the cabin TV…