Despite, or perhaps because of, the clear skies and sun earlier it’s a little nippy on board this evening. Not cold enough to light the fire or have to—as a workmate was relating of a friend of their’s—lean over the side with a broom to break the ice round the hull, but I’m sitting near the electric radiator in a hoodie. I’ve also closed the windows, and the cabin feels cozy.

It can get cold here, I’ve got a reminder to top the radiator water up with antifreeze every so often. There’s a modified and mounted fire extinguisher body on the wall for just such a purpose.

The lack of entertainment, that is TV or fast enough web to stream video is getting to me a bit. My thoughts were that I would write more, or read more. But I think the lack of the option is making me miss the telly however much I wouldn’t normally have used it. I’m writing, but this blog and other scraps mainly. And constantly listening to the radio for some real-time company, Marc Riley and James Naughtie bookmark the day. They should do a show together.

I hope I’ve not got frostbite when Jim comes around again tomorrow.

Days at sea: 9

Rations: A jam sandwich, shared with the duck outside.

Stowed: The new Bob Dylan ‘return to form’, via the new pay as you go SIM I’ve had to buy as the broadband, apparently, can’t be turned on ’til October.