So, thank you once again Japan for your public holidays. After a troubled week, the great Shinto Gods reward us with Ocean Day. This means that we got Saturday, Sunday and Monday to splash around in the paddling pool or the East China Sea depending on predilection. The weather is incredible apart from one small yet gigantic factor. No wind.
I had dreamt of serious sea stuff but was denied by the merest zephyr that wafted offshore throughout the 3 days. No wind = no power= no progress. However I did splash around in the paddling pool.
One day, I sail out very slowly over the brilliant turquoise lagoon. I groan and moan with pleasure. I then turn around to sail home straight into the wind, which I remind you is the merest zephyr. This means I go nowhere very slowly as I have to tack against a non existent wind for a very long time. Should not complain really as the surroundings are unbeatable but sailing is linked to wind and without it there is always frustration.
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Cargoes, unforgettable. Thanks Pock.
Memories of Margie! Perhaps your next boat should be a dirty British coaster?