July 16th - Stayed put to recover from yesterday.
Don't remember going to sleep, last night. Do remember my confusion, at 8am, when a lady with a loud, posh voice, knocked on my hull (hull) asking if anybody was in. I duly popped my head out of hatch to find I'd gone through some kind of time warp. I was surrounded by small ships from Hornblowers era. Seems I was in the middle of a film shoot and they wanted me to move.
Aside from a bit of a hangover and being woken 'with a start' there were two 'issues'. The first involved the act of moving an anchor location that has proven to work; I hadn't woken up on the rocks. The second 'issue' related to the totally un related fact that I was low on diesel. Old habits die hard and you can guess the rest. I moved and 5 gallons were hand delivered within the hour.
My plan is to do another long day tomorrow. The destination is secret as I can then bottle out at will. As always, with this kind of mission, it's easier to stay put than to venture offshore. Finally unpacked everything and can see the floor. Really hot today so I rowed to the pub to sample a pint of Cornish cider, laced with some kind of sleeping potion. Nodded off for a while, looking at this view
2 comments:
mate,am reading your daily report,sounds as
though your adventure is enjoyable most of the time.have a cranberry juice night instead of the wine.lol
Good read, keep it up !
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