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These mornings, few and far between though they may be, are my favourites. It’s a prairie sky, the type I grew up with, full of cirrus and cumulus that foretell of good weather. The sea glistens mirror-like and the horizon is a beckoning silver streak. We make easy miles,free the swell that as hindered us for so many days. And we are headed East. Unbelievably East to Australia.

How can it be that travelling at a snails piece we have our sights set on Australia?

Follow my tracks in real-time:


1 Comment
  • BT
    Posted at 10:41h, 02 July Reply

    Bert, you are amazing! Following you progress and posts with great admiration for you courage and wishing / willing you success. You are on the downhill run now. All the best from an Aussie follower BT ( 2 degrees of separation from your Uncle Joe).

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