12 Dec Silver Linings
This is the squall that had our number this afternoon. Unlike its neighbours left and right of us, this one was coming right down main street.
All well and good says I. The boat, my clothes and I are in need of a good wash. Hanging on to the asymmetric as long as I dares, when the moment arrived I was on deck, shampoo and towel in hand. Even the Russian RainCatcher 2000 Extreme – High Seas Version was dragged out of a locker and sat poised to collect its bounty.
All for naught. The boat is still covered in salt, the RainCatcher dry as a bone, and me still smelling like a cross between a gym bag and a piece of very old, ripe cheese.
But we had wind! Whitecaps even. A comparative gale that had us moving at a more respectable pace. There’s no one around to complain about odiferous me, the boat will never be free of the salt, and the rainwater we collect is for insurance purposes only. The wind on the other hand, is a precious commodity and worth trading for. I’ll take it over a shower any day.
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