At sea, crossing the Bay of Biscay to Portsmouth … The water is rough, as predicted. Not dramatically rough, but plenty to feel insecure of one’s footing.
Every few minutes we hit some kind of turbulence that shakes the ship and feels like a car hitting a pothole. Our routine anti-seasick meds are doing the job so far. We are trying to mostly sleep through it, hanging out in our cabin. Which venue is getting boring, by the way.
