Friday 22 April 2011: Worse Things Happen at Sea
Fekk a diddle. Getting this mast up on the boat proved a hassle. I don't remember it being much trouble last August at all. My fault for inadequate preparations I do think. And I was under a bit of time pressure as a movie had been booked. And the weather which 'came away nice' uptown closed in horribly at Granton - cold haar driven in on a keen wind till you were soaking. If I was a rich fekker I'd get someone to do it all for me. But, hey, think of the satisfaction I'd miss out on. I fear 'Insto' Instography was much amused at times.
Home to briefly down a few much needed glasses and recover my sanity.
Right! That's better, and hey! It's Saturday tomorrow. Good old Jesus for giving us such a good holiday.