claymore
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Money for the electric anchor winch having been squandered on a wood burner for Dear Heart's study at Claymore Towers - the skipper applied his compact bulk to the task of retrieving Bruce from the thick gooey sludge into which he had buried himself deeply. The sacro-iliac strain, a near forgotten relic of a scrum too far, sent a delicate message of pain mingling tauntingly into his tightly clenched manly but yet still pert buttock as hand over hand the chain slid inboard over the treacherous and previously referred to bow roller - now being given a healthy distance. The offspring being of the racing persuasion backed the genoa until it filled as well as any bosom then let go the sheet as way was gathered. A deft lunge with the boathook ensured the gathering of the skippers woolly hat which proved no match for genoa and went smartly overboard. Indeed it would have been joined by its wearer had he not been upended and flung prostrate onto the foredeck by the headsail sheet now being wildly winched in to take full advantage of the gathering breeze. The fleshpots of Croabh Haven beckoned and the warm and welcoming glow of light ensuing from the leaded windows of the Lord of the Isles warmed the cockles of the skippers battered heart and damp hatted head. Having made his way to the warmth of the wheelhouse he was reminded that his weekend quota of the brown and foaming had been consumed the previous evening and that a pleasant meal followed by organic bird friendly coffee and a brisk round of rummy were the backbone of the forthcoming evening's delights. The skipper was invited to helm the craft in the gathering gloom of the autumn afternoon and having taken the wheel, found himself strangely alone. Glancing below to the warmth of the saloon - he was cheered to see the preparation of tea and crumpets. Arduiane Point was safely passed and onwards up the loch the skipper took his craft. Apparently he doesn't eat crumpets as his family are thinking of his figure. He moored the boat alone for it was deemed a bit chilly for the crew to get involved and anyway - he likes messing with mooring lines.
Some time later the skipper was granted a brief spell of shore leave and so he retired to the local house of refreshment. There he ate a fine steak sandwich, shifted 6 pints and a few drams, had a bit of a sing and fell through a hedge as he tacked home.
Life's all about balance.
regards
Claymore
Some time later the skipper was granted a brief spell of shore leave and so he retired to the local house of refreshment. There he ate a fine steak sandwich, shifted 6 pints and a few drams, had a bit of a sing and fell through a hedge as he tacked home.
Life's all about balance.
regards
Claymore
