Aye Aye, Cap’n

Or the title of this Blog could just have easily been, Grit and bear it. Or even Grit and bare it, had we decided to strip off our matching fleeces – What? Me, on the sea at night without arctic gear? This might be the Med, but I am a fully paid-up wuss, ladies

And as you can see from the above pic, my teeth are firmly gritted – not that I lacked confidence in minimus, who is an excellent sailor, but the thought of having to brave The Plank a second time when I disembarked did not appeal –
You try that when you can’t see further than your nose and you are as sportive-oly challenged, as I am.
Horses? Yes. Skiing? Yes. Rocking boats and narrow planks that wobble? A definite No.
The water seemed a long, long way down, and the plank like something out of a Cirque de Soleil high wire act!

Thankfully, there are always husky sailors around to help the old girl down –
Research. What can I tell you, ladies? It’s hard work, but someone has to do it

And this is the fabulous liner we followed out of port to a backdrop of fireworks –

The Seaborn line can afford The Works, and boy, did we get it – the amusing thing was – they were taking photos of us as we took photos of them – and they sounded to be having one hell of a party. Before they left port we thought of mooring alongside to take advantage of the music – crack open a bottle of fizz and we’d have been away – but we had an RYA examiner on board, so he might have taken a dim view of that – Hello, Richard – you’re fantastic, really!

It can’t have been that bad, as I’m off again today – this time in daylight, so hopefully more pics – and not of your truly falling in the drink, I trust!

Have a good one, ladies!
Sxx