How to survive liferafts, airports and elephant seals

Battling inside an orange blancmange which is in the shuddering throws of a major fit, it strikes me that a life raft is not the place to be.

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This is a world where Newton's law of 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction' doesn't seem to have registered. The raft gives way to push of knee and tug of hand in its innate ability to thwart any attempt at movement. This, coupled with a tangle of legs, makes every effort a struggle.

Struggle I must, however, for it's my turn to be on lookout for potential rescue.

We tumbled into the raft feeling wet and cold, but thanks to expending disproportionate energy on the simplest of tasks, the raft warms up surprising quickly. Sealing the door - only to find it is as waterproof as a tea bag - deploying the drogue, digging out seasickness tablets and bailing out with a collapsible bailer that's determined to remain collapsed: there's no shortage of things to do and darkness adds to the confusion.