One of us thinks it was the brilliant job he did packing last year under what were somewhat trying circumstances, the other thinks that it’s all the systems she’s put in place over the last seventeen years.
Whatever the case, oblivious to the heatwave warnings, by the end of the day the boat was ship-shape once again, with all the little optional repairs and modifications done to boot and we declared ourselves ready to rumble.
That was a little premature of course because we had been surviving on last year’s crackers and a jar of almost out of date jam, but we braced ourselves and walked into town in the evening cool, by then in the low thirties, to buy the minimum of provisions to get us through a couple of days.
Then there was nothing to do but to sit outside in the calm of the night feeling quite content with our lot and wondering where we might go tomorrow.
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sounds perfect ....
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