Miracles will never cease. At around midnight the
loom of the lighthouse on Cape St. Vincent, the most southwesterly point of
continental Europe, lit up the night sky over the bow. Free Spirit, and her
motley crew of vagabonds, thieves and Carole are back! This news is sure
to be greeted with great joy in the old country. I expect the bunting will
be out and there will be and music and dancing in the streets. The
excitement of the young women who have been emailing the young whipper-snapper
every day - sometimes several times a day -must be boundless. Perhaps David
Cameron will order a public holiday and Her Majesty will send us a note of
congratulation. Or perhaps not.
We are currently sailing (motoring) along the coast
of the Algarve towards the bay of Cadiz and the Strait of Gibraltar. The Chief
Engineer, having checked the engine oil a few times, has put out
fishing lines. This is an uncharacteristically optimistic gesture on
his part as a month has passed since we last caught a fish and he is
not normally upbeat about these things. Still, you never know, and
a nice fish - even a few sardines - would be very
appropriate for a 'last supper' aboard. The rest of them are still
asleep - dreaming of pleasures to come ashore I wouldn't be surprised. His
Honour is off to Russia with a lady friend apparently. Best not to ask
too many questions! As for Richie, who likes to live close to
the edge, the unique challenges of Liverpool life beckon once more and he
has a business to run. If you can make it in Liverpool you can make it
anywhere I always say. Mrs Trouble is on the 'phone excitedly announcing
her arrival to all and sundry. She can't wait to see how much, and in
what direction, the grandkids have grown in months she has been
away. Me? I just have to keep my spirit free.
Log authored by
Peter.