We are knackered, I have only rowed two days
And our bodies say they’re really not so game
We have chafing, and the friction on our thighs
have caused our underwear to burst right into flames
It stopped raining, but our feet and hands are stuffed
We have more wrinkles than a ruddy Mastiff hound
We are aching. And we think we are all lost
We’ve passed that bloody orange buoy a third time round
It’s too early, Set the silly clock for four
It’s been raining, then its thunder, and now hail
Lost my new hat, to a homicidal gull
While we were rowing through a ruddy ten-force gale
Five girls, one boat, hoping to get into the record books for rowing around the UK and raising money for charity. Add One mad writer friend who thinks that writing an alternative diary is a great idea
Tuesday, 14 June 2022
part 2 Alternative diary
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Part 10 oh well.
Though I was going to carry one. I find I now cannot. But decided to share the bit I did write beforehand. Thankfully due to canceling the...
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At last we think we have found Wales. Mostly because we ended up in Gloucestershire, after rowing up the sea known as the Severn. Which wa...
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Lia, our media person has decided we need a good sing-song or at least a good sea-inspired song list. So she has provided us with a list. I...
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Testing one to three.
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