Minerva
Well-known member
It’s early April.
Most of the winter jobs have been done so you leave your winter Marina berth.
The suns’ been shining all day so your cheeks feel a bit sun kissed.
You have a short sail to a honeypot Anchorage, and have it all to yourself.
You cook yourself a lamb roast in the oven and enjoy it during a spectacular sunset.
You open a nice bottle of plonk.
But it gets cold rapidly so you retreat below
oil lamps on
Taylor’s heater heater roaring away; The cabin is now toasty.
Boats are the most wonderful things. The sailing season has started!
Most of the winter jobs have been done so you leave your winter Marina berth.
The suns’ been shining all day so your cheeks feel a bit sun kissed.
You have a short sail to a honeypot Anchorage, and have it all to yourself.
You cook yourself a lamb roast in the oven and enjoy it during a spectacular sunset.
You open a nice bottle of plonk.
But it gets cold rapidly so you retreat below
oil lamps on
Taylor’s heater heater roaring away; The cabin is now toasty.
Boats are the most wonderful things. The sailing season has started!