Skip to content
Advertisements

The Isle of Wight

January 17, 2014

As my sisters, brother and I launch off into life after our recent loss I remember times; perhaps before the arrival of my brother …

Bald, beautiful and ballsy bint gets on her bike ...

From around 1958 to 1961 sailed in our converted life-boat, Trooper to the Isle of Wight each weekend during the summer; we sailed around her occasionally on our way to somewhere else, France maybe? However, it was always done on a shoestring her conversion was a work in progress we never knew how it might turn out.  It was dependant on money, resources and the weather,  all at the same time often it didn’t  happen but when it did it was perfect.

We could watch from afar,  her iconic bulge domed beyond Calshot Spit, an ever changing backdrop to the vast array of crafts as they plotted a course from Southampton Water or the Hamble to the English Channel.  We would venture closer and gaze at the imposing coast line sometimes she turned us away,  the wind direction would change and making it difficult to land and  moor so  would…

View original post 357 more words

Advertisements
No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: