Author Archives: Rosie Thomas

Back in London. Not much change around here. (”Hello. Been away, have you?”) The blog was managed for me while I was away because I couldn’t access the internet directly – I emailed all the posts and pictures to Theo, … Continue reading →

We had our big celebration last night. There were the terrible odes and the toasts and the running gags common to all such gatherings – and some mordant surgical jokes characteristic of this one – so I won’t attempt an … Continue reading →

We reached Stanley at about 7 am this morning. Tom won the sweepstake. I was asleep and missed the big arrival, but our 12 – 3 am last watch more than compensated. We were slipping over a calm sea that … Continue reading →

The strong north-westerly came last night and here we are – under sail for the past eighteen hours, making steady nine knots and heeled over on our ear on a starboard tack that should take us right down to Stanley. … Continue reading →

Twenty-four hours, and almost nothing new to report. We’re 301 miles from Stanley, and the skipper’s estimate is that it will take us another 40 hours to cover the distance. There’s a sweepstake running on the actual time of arrival … Continue reading →

We had an elegant and thrilling sail from Stanley to South Georgia, so inevitably we’re encountering the reverse on the way home. The wind’s coming from the west, 35+ knots of it, and we’re beating into it under engine power. … Continue reading →

Very short post. We are having some heavy Southern Ocean weather. Last night on our 9pm to midnight stint we knew there was ice about because the retiring watch had warned us.  The visibility was poor, only a few hundred … Continue reading →

We left our Rosita anchorage at noon, and passed along the northern coast of South Georgia in a layered fog. The world is entirely grey – air, water, sky a full 8 eighths, as the log says. Between two horizontal … Continue reading →

I have a couple of knowledgeable bird-y friends  (Hello Seb! Jane M!*) who will attest that I do not know a crow from a chaffinch. But I think even they would be pleased with today’s tick. We left Grytviken and … Continue reading →

We have seen a lot of them. But first, here is Tom Carrell’s report of climbing a real South Georgia peak. Stephen, Gavin and I set off early after Martin had risen even earlier, concerned that we shouldn’t set off … Continue reading →