I am not a number ............

I am a free man !! If you are under a certain age this will mean nothing. Rest assured, however, that, one day, you will have your own versions of nostalgia. Today, I loved mine. I took a bus from here to Porthmadoc then another to Port Merion, the location for the seventies series, The Prisoner. Been meaning to go for years and, because of my current navigational predicament, I had both the time and inclination. I thought the place was stunning and, a couple of days stay at the waterfront hotel is must, if I ever get employed again. 

I managed to get a guide, all to myself, and he made the place come alive despite the fact that he looked like an undertaker. Why do they all have such big feet ? I thought the place was magical but also recognise that such a feeling is an attractive alternative to dwelling upon how the hell I'm gonna deal with The Irish Sea. 

I intended to spend today fixing things. Alexandra Louise is nearly 50yrs old and, realistically, deserves a wealthier owner. The reality is she's got me but at least she's getting a trip out ! Anyway, I'll fix things tomorrow because, today, I needed a day away. 

My 'navigational predicament' is how to get to Holyhead from here, given that there is not enough water for me to leave here at a time that gives me a fighting chance of getting to Holyhead before the tide turns and pushes me back. This problem is compounded by the fact that I need to round a  very dangerous headland at a specific time to avoid massive waves. Oh, and then there's the wind. No wonder I got on a bus. Anyway, as I write this Im hatching a cunning plan. Maybe leaving tomorrow at 11am. Destination top secret. Goodnight, from number 7.