|Tenby boat ramp|
From the sidelines it looks deceptively easy as the driving, food preparation and planning is all done for you but then, that's the hard part. There's no escaping the plan and you have to be where everyone expects you, when they expect you or things come unstuck and this tour of the UK, with its constant shifting on most days, is starting to wear thin.
It has for me and has stripped bare some of the insulation that I put over the raw nerves which at home I can cover just by withdrawing into my castle and raising the drawbridge. No such luxury for me here. The best I can do is sleep on the coach and turn up the volume of the iPod.
Before anyone jumps in to remind me of how lucky I am, let me assure you, I already know that. Its just that I have some particular drawbacks to me which make this a tad more demanding than most would find it.
I also don't find enough time to write, which is becoming a major problem, as it is through writing that I have always rationalised the irrational and defragged my hard drive when the segments become frazzled.
It was an outstanding bright light in a dull, ordinary day.
Crossing the channel was made much easier by favourable conditions. Little or no breeze meant little or no waves but I still didn't go much on the swell. I got some shots but restricted my movements around the vessel to a minimum as each excursion had me walking like a drunk Thunderbird puppet.
Went to bed exhausted.