Ahoy,
from the beginning this was never going to be easy, this I knew. However, trying something new always drags a bit till you get the hang of it, this I was prepared for. She may be an old Ketch and I may have no history of sailing, other than my rudimentary exams, and the distance I covered last year, no matter, sailing is a new found joy and a challenge doesn't have to kill you.
Now it seems I have another major challenge to contend with too, my finances are such that I have around £35.00 a week to live on, so now I have to learn how to be survivalist too. A crippled Ray Mears on a big sea, trying to catch my supper. Thankfully I like fish, not sure yet about seaweed. If anyone has any ideas on what to do about carbs, please let me know.
Well the old girl is nearly ready to go back to the water, once in, I think it will be a long time before life feels comfortable again. I had planned on mooring either at the odd pontoon when I felt like a rest or occasionally to a buoy( I will never feel comfortable with that phrase, too much city life) now it seems it will all be at anchor, not only something I have very little experience in, something which sounds much more constraining and tiring.
The better aspect to this is that I will become even more acclimatised to living on the Sea and hopefully prove to myself if not others that all of life's trials and stitches are working towards my goal; performing surgery on even the most premature and disadvantaged of children need not spell out their fate for the worse.
Of course I have no idea how I am to continue these posts once we are back in the water, I hope that wherever I seek refuge at anchor this machine will pick up free WiFi points, heho it's still 9 days away so time for plenty more thoughts, these words from my head.