Sat 19 August
At anchor in Maskell's Harbour.
A launch comes real close - they're setting a morring where we are.
"I have 60 feet of chain and I don't know where it is," warns Jack. They let go the mooring line - splash.
"A*****s," mutters J, as they go away. "If it catches on our anchor, I'll cut the f****r loose."
Not his usual language, but can't say I blame him.
Me: read a fat book all day - it's the length that matters, not the quality. Though this one, Fatal Flaw , is good, as it happens. Skinny sundipped in the cockpit, because
J: slept 16 straight hours, barring a short interlude to switch between upstairs and downstairs.
J in sleep mode
A launch comes real close - they're setting a morring where we are.
"I have 60 feet of chain and I don't know where it is," warns Jack. They let go the mooring line - splash.
"A*****s," mutters J, as they go away. "If it catches on our anchor, I'll cut the f****r loose."
Not his usual language, but can't say I blame him.
Me: read a fat book all day - it's the length that matters, not the quality. Though this one, Fatal Flaw , is good, as it happens. Skinny sundipped in the cockpit, because
J: slept 16 straight hours, barring a short interlude to switch between upstairs and downstairs.
J in sleep mode
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