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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

A distinct lack of sea legs...


We went to Bute at the weekend to launch his dad's boat. That accomplished on Saturday evening, he insisted on taking me sailing on Sunday morning. While I wasn't feeling too bad on board, it took me until Monday lunchtime to stop going up and down...

1 comment:

uphilldowndale said...

Did you drink the champagne rather than smash it over the boat?
I am such a miserable cow when I feel sea sick, and that is usually on the pontoon.
Mr UHDD is doing the Three Peaks Yacht Race next month.