Welcome back Boatbloggers,
Apologies to Alan, and any of our other readers who are expecting exciting tales of derring-do and action-filled adventure on the high seas, as I’m afraid that once again this week’s episode is going to be less Robin Knox-Johnson and more Ronnie Knox-Drinksover.
This is because all this week, we have been joined on board by visitors from the Old Country. Firstly Paul Martin who came out at the start of the week, and then Nicho Shaw who joined us for the weekend.
Paul was expecting more of a super-yacht experience than we were able to offer, which is why he turned up dressed in his Gucci outfit and Louis Vuitton suitcase.
Those of you who know Paul will not be surprised to discover that his Hermes shoes cost more than our dinghy.
Nicho on the other hand, refuses to be sucked in by the designer labels, and prefers to dress more practically.
MODELLING ITEMS FROM THE LATEST NY HEADWEAR COLLECTION
Once Paul had settled in, we cast off and set sail to secret anchorage that we had been told about by our friends Julie & Andy Skentelbery.
NICE LEGS (btw – that isn’t a garter; it’s a lifejacket strap)
Somewhere near Vilamoura, its exact location cannot be revealed here, as it is known to just a few seasoned Old Salts.
SECRET DESERT ISLAND
Fortunately, it isn’t completely deserted, and it is possible to get hold of emergency supplies.
While we were there, Paul was keen for us to develop our nautical skills, and so very kindly bought us a fishing rod.
He was more than happy to share his many year’s experience of fishing at Roger Daltrey’s trout farm, and soon we were casting away like old pros. Unfortunately our first day was not as successful as we had hoped, as all we caught was a piece of rope and an old sandal.
CATCH OF THE DAY
Undeterred, and with an enthusiasm that only other anglers will understand, Paul got up early next morning to try again. This time we caught a rusty can.
In fact, to date we haven’t actually caught anything remotely fish-like, but this is probably a good thing. We subsequently found out that we were in a marine nature conservation area, and if we had actually got something would have been liable to arrest.
Lyn thought our lack of fishing success was caused by us being rubbish, but fortunately Paul was able to explain that it was in fact because we were using lures and not spinners, the water was the wrong temperature, and there was a full moon.
Not to worry, at least we knew that there were no dangerous fish in the sea, so it was safe to go swimming.
A QUICK DIP
NIGHT AT ANCHOR
Back in Vilamoura, a moment of history that needs trumpeting is that JU REPAIRED AN ENGINE. That may not sound like much, but I promise you this is something that has never ever happened before. The generator had inexplicably stopped working, and Ju managed to get it going!!! OK, it needed some talking through by our yachting expert in the UK, Chris Warwick (firstname.lastname@example.org), plus many hours with the manual, but eventually he found the breaker that had tripped, reset it, all by himself, and BINGO! It started working again. Woo Woo!
…while Lyn & Paul swabbed the decks.
Just in time for some hard earned cocktails…
RELAXING AFTER A HARD WEEK AT SEA
And this week’s arty farty photo prize goes to Lyn, for her work entitled simply, “Bush.”
Adeus for now, amigos.
Ju & Lyn