Sunday 13 August

In Codroy after yesterday's rocking and rolling in NW 25 knots.

This morning, the place is deserted and I have things to do.

So, there you are, sitting on an empty wharf in the sun, washing your knickers - as you do - when who should turn up, but the men of the town, in cars, ATVs and on foot, as if , by sheer chance, they all needed to inspect a dead end wharf early Sunday morning. Much cause for hilarity - again the comic turn! And J has to suffer the indignity of knicker shaped signal flags flying from his lifelines.