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| Seafaring friends everywhere. Photo credit: Adele "master photographer afloat" Smith. (As with all pictures on this blog, except the clunky ones.) |
So the poor, shipwrecked blog is back, hauled from
the deep, and for a while set safely ashore.
Even I can hardly believe the last entry dates to
the deserted Roques islands off Venezuela. Since then, “Moon River” has taken
us to Cartagena in Colombia, to the San Blas islands of Panama, up through the
waters of the old Spanish Main and to Mexico, then the USA. We’ve swum with
rays, drunk from coconut shells and failed to teach my father’s parrot in Mexico
to say “pieces of eight.” We’ve eaten raw bonito, gazed at every star between
the Southern Cross and Polaris, and when we got to Florida I went on alone,
sailing 1,000 miles solo to New York, while Adele and the girls flew up to get
some extra days of the high life in Manhattan.
But none of this makes the blog.
What will come up soon is a new entry on our crossing
of the Atlantic from New York to Ireland, the final of three transatlantics in
the last year. From Ireland, we’re heading around the corner to France, and
there the adventure ends, or a new one begins – meaning me getting a pair of
shoes and a tie and rejoining the working stiffs.
The rest will just have to live in blogger’s no
man’s land. One day I will write more about this voyage, much more. I’ll write
about all the things that there was no way to find out without having crossed
an ocean, then crossed again and again. But, for now, this is it.
Sometimes you need to live before you write.
However, the best friends are the old ones and this blog is one of them – for me at least. I’ll be back soon with a good ‘un.
Watch this space…
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