Sailing Widows again

On Thursday, Dad abandons us again, as he gets invited off for another evening's sailing with 2CV Llew and his mate Derek aboard the good ship Bonzer out of Oare Creek. Dad is delighted, not only at the sailing, but also at the fact that the Swale seems to be full of moored barges, as you can see from the pics, not only the SB Mirosa but also (new one on him) the SB Whippet.

The boys tell me they had a good run down the Swale westward (Dad can barely contain himself from using the sailorly expression 'west'rd' - these nautical types do love their apostrophes) and then came about and tacked back up the wind eastward.

Tonight I am in disgrace as, having been given a walk down through the boat yard via our new chums, Swedish 'Jan' and Jack Russell 'Dotty' ('Jan can be either soft J as in Yan or hard as in Jam, apprently) and having kept clean, I find some oily bright-pink stuff to roll in and end up not allowed indoors except on the lead and straight to the shower. I get shown off to the Angel B first in the absence of Mum, just so it is on record how pink I was! Now, of course, I'm silky, white and fragrant, which is no way for any self respecting Westie to be.

Have a good weekend

Deefs

Sailing

Some nice pics tonight. First up, we get abandoned again as Dad goes off sailing in the Swale with 2CV Llew and his buddy Derek who owns a slightly tired looking 30-foot sailing boat called Bonzer. This was Dad's first time sailing (except for barge trips) since he used to sail dinghies (Larks) on gravel pits while at University, so he was a bit rusty (and the Larks never had all this posh coffee-grinder winch technology!) but they let him steer for ages and play with a few sheets (ropes) and it all came back to him.

The Swale was a good bit breezy and spotting in the wind, so it was a bit chilly, but he's home now, back in the warm and Mum is cooking his supper. The 2nd pic is of his posh new car, which he's only had a week at this stage.

Have a great weekend

Deefski