The very day that Charlie Hadfield departed planet earth, no doubt blazing a roster tail of sailing joy into the sea of stars, but sadly a bloke that will leave a un-fillable space in the lives of many, was the day that George William Davison arrived in the arms of Mr floppy toppy. For floppy this was a life moving moment, and for Laura, an Essex top totty Merlin crew, an end to sleeping and handbag shopping. For George, who is already a better sailor (and has a Merlin on order) than filth the dog and floppy himself, he is a treasured person and brings joy to all he smiles on.
But enough of all this what of the sailing ‘the reader’ may ask. The summer months have been disappointing in every way. Difficulties in getting results or reports or getting to the opens and being able to get on the water has knocked the edge off sailing. I do hope to put what is available in to words shortly.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Global Warming: It a funny old world
Posted by Dryboots at 5:19 PM
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