Popping out on to the fo'scle for our usual sun-downer, Tams and Rob were comparing whale and dolphin sightings as I whinged about spending the last few days in the engine room and having missed all the action. As if on que, a school of about twenty bottle noses (I think, leave a post if I'm wrong!) charged out of the setting sun and began playing in our bow waves. Sights like this are more than fair compensation for the last few bumpy and sleepless nights.
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