After unwellness and a week of Board of Governors I finally get back out to sea on Saturday. I go for a long, long reach straight out in front of the house into the shipping lanes. Big boats thunder by. It is exciting.
There is enough wind to drive the Scaffie at a very satisfying speed. Her viking lines allow her to swoop over the swells without a care.
Anyway it is getting dark as I elegantly pick up the mooring. The boat is bucking about a bit as I lower sail. I slip somehow and go crashing into the bottom of the boat, bashing my head on the thwart on the way down. This opens up a very nice gash on my scalp and the blood pours down my face.
I feel wonderful. I am a real viking! My genes tremble as I wade ashore after long sea voyage, covered in blood, getting ready for a bit of rape and pillage. Well, pillage.