susys running away to sea

"The rigors (sic) of an expeditionary lifestyle"

Thursday, August 17, 2006

A visitor


I ignore it and carry on on dozing in the cockpit.


Impossible to ignore. I turn my head sideways and look up.

"I fear you have me at a disadvantage, sir," I say to the man on the bike on the wharf.

"Nice boat," he says and pedals off to the end of the wharf.

Phew, he hadn't noticed the cozzy down to the waist.

"Getting a tan, then," says he on his way back.


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