Mick Dolman

But by Jesus, there was still a lot of game to play in this event.

There didn't seem to be any uniformed engagement, but they were... I just picked it that they were a bit, you know, sticky-nosed, just having a look, and so we just didn't do anything, didn't put any paddles in the water, just sat in the raft.

Yeah, they were.

And were they checking you out?

Could you see them checking you out?

I don't know if I could line up for that, but we knew of them being there, yeah.

It's never left me that human beings could fall into a behaviour that is identical to each of them.

I didn't know who instigated it.

We broke open our cans of water.

The cook opened them up and we were drinking them like it was beer and that there was a crew off a Norwegian ship in company.

And we remembered talking to them and having a laugh and a joke and whatever.

Then I don't know what the time would have been, but we all sort of woke up pretty vague, empty cans of water rolling around in the raft.

It was a mixture of absolute madness, disgust in ourselves, each person.

What the bloody hell were we doing?

And nobody could answer it.

None of us could.

And in fact, we best said, no, let's not say anything about it.

Nobody will believe us.

When we landed at Deep Glen Bay, we all started to migrate out of the raft and get onto the rocky beach, if you want to call it that.

And we couldn't stand up.