Saturday was another one of those broody February days. Temperature in the mid thirties (C), a gentle southwesterly wind after a weak southerly change overnight. My first weekend sail after spending much of my time in the Nothern winter this year.
Joy and I made one of our beter decisions by heading offshore rather than to Cowan Creek which had been our original plan. While at other times we might have been frustrated by the lack of wind (it didn't get over 10 knots), all we cared about was enough breeze to cool us down. The boat sailed itself (with only a little help from the Autopilot), occasionally breaking 3 knots. As we passed Maitland Bay, I got my camera out for a few shots (eat your heart out, Peter Sherwood). But that was as energetic as we got. In the shade of the sails, with a gentle breeze cooled by the ocean water, we were in the best spot in the world...
Joy and I made one of our beter decisions by heading offshore rather than to Cowan Creek which had been our original plan. While at other times we might have been frustrated by the lack of wind (it didn't get over 10 knots), all we cared about was enough breeze to cool us down. The boat sailed itself (with only a little help from the Autopilot), occasionally breaking 3 knots. As we passed Maitland Bay, I got my camera out for a few shots (eat your heart out, Peter Sherwood). But that was as energetic as we got. In the shade of the sails, with a gentle breeze cooled by the ocean water, we were in the best spot in the world...
Dear Marius,
O the decadent nonchalance of it all! There you are, effortlessly swanning about the South Pacific like some ethereal breeze, your languid eye falling by whim upon this wonder or that delight, while I am couped up in the square root of an English February with a fairly impressive back injury.
So imagine how my heart went out to you poor things in your terrible plight. Jealous? I'm not jealous. I mean its not me having to sweat and toil with the major bone-crunching decisions of life
"Cowan Creek or the open water past, say, Maitland bay, dear?"
How did you cope?
Now, who's this cowering in the dark corner of my mind. Step forward, don't be shy. oh Gratitude its you! Come on tell, Marius how grateful we are to see a picture of Maitland Bay. No...I shan't beat you again, come Gratitude...speak to the nice man......
Peter Sherwood :)
If you've got it, flaunt it :-)
Anyway, baiting wouldn't be any fun if no one reacted, would it? Thanks for coming here. And I hope your back gets better!