Shakin my booty

So, 60 hours after the engine died, and the autohelm came out in sympathy, we finally docked in Halifax.

At the yacht club this evening (Sat) there was a barbeque and dance, rocking to excellent Bruce Wheaton. J even escorted me on to the dance floor ... There is definitely something about men dancing - such verve! Such style!

After he decided enough was enough, I stayed on, grooving and jiving till it was pumpkin time. When I got back to the boat, J was still up, making yet another list of things to do ...