Coats, Hats On!

It is amusing to watch everyone still cling to their winter coats, I think out of disbelief that there can be such a thing as warm weather.

There is Life!

Celebrating Elation

Sharp prows slice up the waves

an artic morning sailing day.

Chill wind and icy spray

to sweep a tingling face

and tingling legs glued to a

soaring deck.

No miracle in walking when you

fly across the water in close-haul!

An artic morning sailing day

and cups of tea.

Gulped steaming in a cockpit -

hand on tiller hand keeping ropes

from thrashing free, how

can a motor

on a grey strip thrill if yachts

tack freely on a boundless sea?

The agitated wake astern she

courses on at ease.

An arctic morning sailing day

may find a breeze, skipping past rigs

- stings ruddy cheeks bared

in elation.

Skin turned a hue of blue

to match the beryl of the seas.

From place to place a soundless

glide dictated by the shore.

The tide - the fog cut through

with enterprise

of wind and will and yachting skill

to sail where a sailor likes.

All to a harbour leagues away,

An arctic morning sailing day.

Clambering all over the side of Traprain Law with a friend, taking soil samples, slope gradient, windspeed and sunlight readings.

Must be a rather curious sight. Couple of bemused hikers looking on. The joys of causing confusion in others!

MUAHAHAHA

(It is a soil sample.)