WE'RE NOT GOING FAR OFFSHORE, RIGHT?
As I have already said: "as far back as I can remember, I have always lived on dry land", so heading off for 4 days at sea is a pretty big deal! I was worried that I would panic if we went too far out and couldn't see the coast any more, but also worried about being sick, scared of being scared, afraid of being "cooped up" in a small space... So, I will admit: I was being a wimp!
I created so much needless anxiety that I made myself sick on the first night shift, I had to stand in the wind to ease that feeling of nausea and the sense that I might throw up at any minute! Fortunately, I found the best cure for seasickness: sleeping. So that is how my trip started, with a night passage where I ended up sleeping through all my shifts! The upside: I didn't realise that we went out of sight of the coast at times, I wasn't too sick, I was in great shape in the early hours of the morning unlike the others. And, of course, the downside: I left Julien to steer alone all night (thankfully he doesn't sleep like a log like me), I missed the first sunrise, I won the accolade of proven group sleepyhead to go with my cowardice.