Rightio... well despite the best intentions on this front, I haven't been able to bring myself to exercise my grey matter in writing about sailing before, having not quite recovered from it yet...
Start at the Beggining (I HATE early mornings)
In which I alternately drown, or die from dehydration.
You'll no doubt be pleased to hear I shan't be giving a blow-by-blow account of the week, just passing briefly over the highlights.
Crawling out of bed at an unGodly hour of the morning certainly wasn't one of them. However it did form an essential feature of my week (as I began to fully appreciate on Thursday, having only barely caught the bus two days running). Yuck.
Always a little apprehensive meeting the rest of a group. Having to hang around them all week has the potential to be problematic depending on how we find each other, or if -god forbid- they already all know each other.
No nightmarish situations here however. All that carefully prepared apprehension is wasted as everything is hunkey-dorey from the off.
Fellow sufferers (sorry, sailors) are; Johnny, Lauren, Michael, Robert, Wilfred and The-Guy-Who-Never-Showed-Up.
(^ In alphabetical order. Oh Yeah.)
I forget the details of the first few days; essentially, everybody could indeed sail (excepting perhaps the instructors- they kept motoring about in their RIB, very suspcious), and no-one was killed. A veritable success.
I can't in all honesty be expected to pass an entire week without food, and I'm happy to say I didn't have to. I shall now take a moment to mention it....
What Else? Aaah yes...
Many thanks to Papa for sacrificing sleep (and peace) to ferry me to and from Port Edgar every morning and afternoon.
Talking of commuting;
Don't you just love those wonderful traffic jams? A hot thursday afternoon and all I wanted was to get home to food and a cool drink.
Cruelly (and following on this vein);
I've found rather a lot to write about, so to avoid an extremely long post, I'm spreading it over a couple of days. Watch out, World.