There are some things I'd never have predicted before we left home. One of them is this; living with a couple of hotheads at home is different to living with them on a boat. I know, what a duh-brain.. Sometimes our hotheads seem intent either to live their lives on Quest by driving the other one crazy or to teach each other how to make it through by holding up a very large mirror. I can't tell which one it is yet. They are still learning to talk and I'm still learning how to get out of the space, since the word ‘room' would be something of an overstatement, before I turn into the interfering lady who goes from cooking pancakes to wading straight into the middle of things without letting the hotheads figure it out themselves. What's that you say, I've already turned into that person? Oops. And the term is Gob-Shite? Aha. Oh well, at least the thing about hotheads is that while the rest of us are recovering from the emotional fall-out, they're off laughing again. Still, there's a reason we're on this journey, hotheads and gob-shites, everyone together on boats, in trees, under mountains, on top of buildings, between bridges. All of us, right? Pancake?

Love from Quest and her crew xx