It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
I was standing in the house for the last time before we set sail. On the one hand, I was about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime with My Beloved. On the other, I was leaving behind meaningful work, and every other person I know and love in order to do it. Suddenly, I was gripped by an overwhelming urge to take a photograph. (Not even of my kids, but you know I love you!!).
So what did I suddenly need a picture of??
Nothing says home quite like a pair of well-worn slippers!
But these ratty old sheepskins are totally unsuited to life on a boat. If they ever get wet, they will moulder like a damp swab in the head. (That is sailor talk for mop in the bathroom). Yet as soon as the sun goes down, I always gravitate to cosy like a helm to the weather. This usually involves silk, wool, or some other kind of technical wardrobe change in the evenings. And obviously, a pair of slippers. Luckily, I keep my feathers numbered, for just such an emergency!
These, and a cup of tea just spell “home aboard” at the end of the day!
Ah the comforts of home while on the briny foam!
Very sweet blog post, Kath. I’m glad to see that you are beginning to relax. Happy safe sailing today.
Hi KDT and Thom,
Enjoy your trip. Love you. Asgu