Last night, somewhat late we sauntered down to the pub. On the way we met Shirley from down the road and her friendly dog, Troy (so named because he was worth his weight in gold) She was surprised we were on our way because, she said, wouldn’t the pub be closing soon? Well, no, Sunday closing is a thing of the past. It used to be that pubs closed early on a Sunday, and before that didn’t open at all on the day of rest. Now they stay open the same as any other day. We had a bit of a joke with Shirley, she remarked how out of date she was, and we remarked that maybe she should come to the pub more often.
It was a quiet night at the Dolphin; it had been mad busy during the day with their popular and very good Sunday roasts being served, so it was quite a relief that by the time we arrived, most folk had departed. However, our friend Terry was perched on his usual stool, and sailor Pat was sitting by him. We hadn’t seen Pat for a while so it was good to catch up, and as ever he and Terry entertained us with their sailing stories and the different boats and races they’d had. As a child I read so many stories of adventures at sea, my favourite being Treasure Island. I’d also read time and again ‘Swallows and Amazons’, so was familiar with sailing terms and the names of parts of boats and their sails and sheets. I’d spent plenty of time on water, but in a canoe not a yacht.
I had spent a wonderful holiday with my friend in Washington State and she was and is a great sailor so I had my first experience of sailing, and to be honest, much as I love the water, I didn’t much like it. A canoe, a punt, a little boat, yes, a thing with flappy sails and ropes, no! However, listening to stories from someone who has sailed in all sorts of boats and in all sorts of weather conditions was fascinating and entertaining in equal measure!
although our sailing skills are rather poor we love to listen to or read stories of sailing. We got seven shelves of such nautical literature but like you we nowadays just go out with our canoes.
The Fab Four of Cley
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I think my worst problem with sailing, the one time I tried it with my sailor friend, was that I have a problem with left/right and port/starboard! She took over the steering when I began to head towards some rather frightening wave-lashed rocks! Happy canoeing, dear Fab Four!
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