VO5
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From the male point of view in our sailing relaitionship the following sums it up from First Mates side. We rose at 0445 hours for a passage Gosport-Littlehampton. It was pissing down, blowing a fast reducing F7 and as black as a preachers hat. "I dont mind the dark, I dont mind the rain and I dont mind it blowing and rough. BUT I am not having all three at once!" I put the kettle on and got the bacon in the pan. An hour and a half later it was just getting light, the rain had stopped and the wind was down to the top of a F5. We left and had a cracking sail with huge seas on the starboard quarter around the Owers. Got into Littlehampton and had a splendid weekend with a fair sail back in late October sunshine-caught three late makerel on the diving vane for tea too.
THere is another feature too.
I call it the "nesting syndrome".
This when our SWMBOS begin to feel at home on board and start making curtains, buying his and hers toothbrush mugs, cushions, throws for saloon settees, patchwork quilts, furry covers for hot water bottles....
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