tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578672757322093848.post7877778014816696949..comments2023-06-25T10:06:56.697+01:00Comments on Not all who wander....are lost: Ode to a remarkable woman...mbthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11711099176840473395noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578672757322093848.post-57872029211934714192011-02-18T18:19:33.402+00:002011-02-18T18:19:33.402+00:00Absolutely! I have a saying -I give up and she doe...Absolutely! I have a saying -I give up and she doesn't. Are you moving on?mbthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11711099176840473395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578672757322093848.post-49656571145445284312011-02-18T15:49:12.134+00:002011-02-18T15:49:12.134+00:00Tenacity. The most important possession of a livea...Tenacity. The most important possession of a liveaboard sailor! Sounds like Bea has it in buckets.Gerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11871434528558545979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8578672757322093848.post-44921214141286151392011-02-01T14:36:13.379+00:002011-02-01T14:36:13.379+00:00"I’m a lucky man."
Thats for sure! for..."I’m a lucky man."<br />Thats for sure! for, "The sailor that has never run aground, has never run anything" Great entry thanks for sharing! Somewhat reminds me of my first trip into a lock in a small dingy with an outboard on the back, I ended up after about ten minutes of trying to get alongside, finally broadside across the lock with the bow tied to one bank and the stern to the other, as the gates closed and the lock keeper in desperation stopped any other boats entering, raised the water, and let me out! as I said an embarrassed thankyou, he shook his head and muttered something to himself. The ladies sitting on the side of the lock in the Sun knitting, remined me of the women who used to sit at the side of the guillitine during the French revolution, only ever looking up as the knive came dowm! in my case it was the shouting of the lock keeper ot the crash of the bow or stern on concrete :o(( Ah the joys of boating! Oh, I was 8 yeas old at the time, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I`ve also done worse since :o)) robrobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09044375312210845173noreply@blogger.com