The forecast front passed through yesterday afternoon with strong wind and heavy rain for two hours before it moved offshore where it only distressed multi-billionaires who couldn’t find dock space for their megayachts.
This morning I biked to GANNET, opened the companionway, and with fear and trepidation climbed down into the Great Cabin. Finally I mustered the courage to look at the v-berth. It was dry. Dry, I tell you. Not a drop of water. Anywhere. I fixed the leaks. For the present. I sang Handel’s ‘Hallelujah Chorus’. Twice. Which disturbed two egrets and the flock of blackbirds that reside on the upper deck of the ferry boat. And biked home.
I am writing sitting by our bedroom window and glanced up to see the above. You are just going to have to put up with sunset photos. I can’t help myself.
2 comments:
May your V beth stay dry for ever and ever, hallelujah, hallelujah!
Thank you, Frank. I hope so, too, but I have my doubts.
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