Decided to go to work today wondered if I would get blown away!
Heading down with the wind should be safe but coming back will need some grace...
On the job worked the tide decided to get out before the rise..
Wind blowing west, a rising tide, blowing a gail, not a comfortable ride.
I have a twenty one foot punt, nicely shaped, not completely blunt-
But I wasn't sure how she would go getting away early would avoid the flow?
Distributed the load, slight trim to starboard...
We'll cut the chop with the port bow!
Let's get started-
Hugged the shore to stay in the lee,
Rounding the point- white tops, all I see..
At this point I pray to the Lord and don't stop till I am back on shore...
It wasn't that bad
Kind of fun
Had to stand to avoid a sore bum.
The old girl got me home okay...
Praise the Lord is what I say.
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Stop press: can confirm was a little draughty today....
A bit windy Down Under? Your Sept is like our March here in the UK.
I think (sometimes!) these westerlies traditional hit in August, part of the roaring forties, if I am not mistaken??
They have shifted a bit south in the last decade or so, so people have forgotten. They call it climate change. I wonder what will happen when the seas and the waves really roar.
Not much of a seaman But appreciate the danger in this poem. Remember as a child fishing with my father in a small boat when a storm came up, I wondered if we would ever make the shore. A great write And a bit of a metaphor as well
I been on the river all my life, as a lot of my relatives before me. We have a healthy respect for it.
Thanks for being my friend.
God words 2781 and so glad you got back safely.
Andy
Thanks Andy,
Better day today, just colder.
Geez, I felt the breeze just reading that. 🙂
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