09 September 2010

Somebody owes me a pair of sea-legs

Three days on the boat, 12 hours incapacitated, it ain't pretty when swell, wind and tide are all pushing in different directions. To those who choose the boats and draw straight lines on maps (with apologies to Mr. Sassoon)...
"Good-morning; good-morning!" the manager said
When we met him last week on our way to the boats.
Now the sailors he smiled at are most of ’em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent goats.
"He’s a cheery old card," grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Swansea with night-sight and pack.

But he did for them both by his plan of attack.
Amongst everything else, we did get varying numbers of Common Dolphins (with ickle babies), Harbour Porpoise, Common Scoter, Storm Petrel, Great and Arctic Skua, Mediterranean Gull and Black Tern (plus Firecrest and Lapland Bunting during two hours of respite from the wobbly element).

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