Today I'm posting from the middle of the Bay of Biscay, the water is wobbly and so is the wi-fi. Life afloat has it's own peculiar struggles. We seem to have left the warmth behind and a chilly and ununited UK awaits our arrival sometime tomorrow. The ferry is full of ferry passengers, many stereotypes and a few wankers (see above). The over attentive dads over explaining everything to their bored children and then challenging them to Scrabble matches, the older women (well presented and attractive) sipping wine and brooding over shopping purchases, the confused and grumpy (regardless of gender) older people, the eternal hippies of no particular age still resplendent in dread-locks and dungarees stuck in a weedy time warp, excited whale and dolphin watchers despite the obvious lack of whales and dolphins, doggy people letting their dogs piss on the deck ...then me, apparent flawed elder statesman and worldy wise man who cleverly left his book in the car (locked up 5 decks below and under the waterline(!?)), now craves peace, wine, sleep and cake in no particular order.
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