This morning the right nice road wot I live in, was, due to the missers weather, deserted apart from the few regulars parked here and there. That’s how we of the ruffsailor persuasion like our roads, we also like smooth passages but that’s another story. In a fit of piqued inspiration I actually got my head down and went through a productive few hours on the pooter. Stopped just now and looked out of the front windows to find that the population of southeast England has turned up in Westbrook for a bit of beach pleasure and paddling, and parked in front of allatsea towers. Crikey it’s like an out of town Tescos on Christmas Eve. Eek.
A five thirty taxi to Gatwick tomorrow morning . Damned uncivilised and not helped by the BA strike which would have given a few more options and a more friendly wakey wakey time. Damned be the nutters in Unison. Hope the weather up there is as nice as it’s turned out to be down here, madam.
I’ve no idea if there’ll be access to t’internet at my next offshore berth so if there’s nothing written here it’s cos I can’t log on and not because I can’t be bothered. Honest your honour.