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 went to the show. Things became a bit of a blur At some point I ordered Room Service: bread, pastries, a fruit jelly and tea. The tea and jelly made me feel worse, and I saved the bread for a midnight feast. I slept.
I have no memory of Sacha retuning, but at about 5am the sea had calmed down a lot, and although the cabin was creaking and there were occasional thumping noises, the motion was no longer nauseating. I had a pastry!
Sleeping through a force 6 or 7 gale seems to be a smart move - at least I didn't examine the porcelain!
I had a light breakfast which was fine, and a gentle morning before we went on a coach tour around the main parts of Torshavn.
It was very cold and windy, so the photo stops were very short!
The islands are mostly connected by road tunnels but there's also ferries and helicopter connections.
Grass roofing is traditional but still common.
There's more sheep than people.
Faroes wool is rich in lanolin so is often mixed with Shetland wool to make it easier to sell.
Off to Iceland next.