Looking out the window and all I can think of is drowning my office boredom is a sunsoaked beer garden, counting down the hours before we can be back on the boat for what looks to a fabulous weekend.
I daydream about the sun on my back as I get more helming practice. I even look forward to pulling in on the ropes that make my hands so rough. Ice in the cool box, beer keeping cold.
Not quite so keen on standing on the quayside waiting for the thrown (probably wet) shore line to smack me in the face but oh well.
The boss has gone off to some tiresome meeting that is thankfully long enough for me to sneak out the book I stole from my boyfriend's bookcase "Your First Atlantic Crossing".
A few hours to the weekend, a few years to release ...
Rach
I daydream about the sun on my back as I get more helming practice. I even look forward to pulling in on the ropes that make my hands so rough. Ice in the cool box, beer keeping cold.
Not quite so keen on standing on the quayside waiting for the thrown (probably wet) shore line to smack me in the face but oh well.
The boss has gone off to some tiresome meeting that is thankfully long enough for me to sneak out the book I stole from my boyfriend's bookcase "Your First Atlantic Crossing".
A few hours to the weekend, a few years to release ...
Rach