benjenbav
Well-Known Member
At the start of the summer our plans mainly revolved around two trips to the south of France. In the end we didn't manage either of them owing to this and that.
I took a notional week's holiday in the last week of July. The weather was rubbish and a deal I was working on blew up so I ended up just carrying on working.
Then last week we headed off for the boat and it was just heaven. It's very difficult for us to stay long away from home because our two girls are disabled and they find things difficult - so do we! But we managed two nights on the boat and the best bit was that the girls loved it. We had to be back home on Thursday anyway, for A Level duty (our son was 78 degrees north on Svalbard, glacier hiking at the time) and then we went back to the boat.
Saturday was particularly memorable, I think, although all I can actually remember about it is sitting at anchor in the sunshine eating through numerous courses of the most delightful picnic and gently dozing as Straussy and the England cricket team put the wind up the Aussies.
Oh yes, and some chaps kindly flew first a Flying Fortress and then a Vulcan over us, probably just for our enjoyment although I gather that everyone else enjoyed this too.
I would have taken some photos of something or other. But I was just too chilled apart from one pic, which I might share in due course, of my left foot looking bruised and bloody after I had inadvertently brought it into sharp contact with the port diesel tank breather. Even that was a blessing in disguise: I achieved remarkable levels of sympathy from swmbo because it did look pretty gory. But the truth is, that after the first shock it didn't actually hurt. I may get round to mentioning that to swmbo in a day or so.
I took a notional week's holiday in the last week of July. The weather was rubbish and a deal I was working on blew up so I ended up just carrying on working.
Then last week we headed off for the boat and it was just heaven. It's very difficult for us to stay long away from home because our two girls are disabled and they find things difficult - so do we! But we managed two nights on the boat and the best bit was that the girls loved it. We had to be back home on Thursday anyway, for A Level duty (our son was 78 degrees north on Svalbard, glacier hiking at the time) and then we went back to the boat.
Saturday was particularly memorable, I think, although all I can actually remember about it is sitting at anchor in the sunshine eating through numerous courses of the most delightful picnic and gently dozing as Straussy and the England cricket team put the wind up the Aussies.
Oh yes, and some chaps kindly flew first a Flying Fortress and then a Vulcan over us, probably just for our enjoyment although I gather that everyone else enjoyed this too.
I would have taken some photos of something or other. But I was just too chilled apart from one pic, which I might share in due course, of my left foot looking bruised and bloody after I had inadvertently brought it into sharp contact with the port diesel tank breather. Even that was a blessing in disguise: I achieved remarkable levels of sympathy from swmbo because it did look pretty gory. But the truth is, that after the first shock it didn't actually hurt. I may get round to mentioning that to swmbo in a day or so.
