There is a point when most men, no matter how derring do their attitude, might decide that the prospect of combining saltwater and blisters in sensitive spots is a discomfort too far.
And then there’s my husband.
Now I’m not saying he has acquired any of the aforementioned salt-stung-sore-behind symptoms - yet. But it’s just one of the tantalizing prospects I’ve asked him to consider in his blinkered quest to row the Atlantic.
In a tiny boat.