
It could be my imagination, but the sea seems a little choppier today, despite the sky being clearer and the sun making a welcome appearance. It's still windy and parts of the deck are still closed off, but there is a definite increase in numbers of people braving the fresh air.
I'm gearing up for my second workshop this afternoon (A Tonal Study). Yesterday, no fewer than 40 people turned up to my first one; very enthusiastic and lively - quite chaotic actually, since the first twenty minutes were spent sorting them out with Fred Olsen Art Packs at £10.50 each, organising water and boards, and generally settling everybody in. Unfortunately, there isn't any spare watercolour paper, other than the 5 sheets provided in the packs. I can't believe they haven't got a stash somewhere here on board (particularly since I had the same problem on the Braemar last Christmas, when we had to purloin a load of paper from the Boudicca, who had tons of the stuff, when we were berthed alongside them somewhere in the Caribbean.
Anyway, I've told the entertainments office that we'll be okay for the first half-dozen sessions or so, but after that we're going to have to try and get some from somewhere (come to think of it; I had exactly the same problem on the Balmoral last April too - when will they learn?).
Last night was the first formal night of the trip, and our first proper evening's entertainment featured Andy James, a fantastic magician who made scores of umbrellas appear out of nowhere, successfully predicted cards, entertained us with some funny stories and, most impressively, levitated a wooden table (how on earth did he DO that??).

Despite my intention of making a full night of it, I was back in my cabin by 10pm, watching Revolutionary Road (what would have happened to Kate Winslett and Leonardo De Caprio if they hadn't have sunk with the Titanic), on the in-house movie channel. I'd fully intended to go back out again and check out the Obsession Duo, and join in the quiz in the Lido Lounge, but once I'd took my jacket off, that was that...
I've just been flitting around the various lounges trying to find a nice, quiet spot to write my blog. The Neptune Lounge is full to bursting with people listening to a Port Talk on Cagliari, Sardinia, which is where we'll be landing on Sunday. The library was okay, but I don't think my intermittent coughing was going down too well, so I finished up in the Icini Lounge, which is a tad friendlier, but I'm not mad on the leather armchairs...