Small world

I got a sms today from Sandra, one of my Sabre sailing buddies.  Her next door neighbour, Colin, showed her one of his photos, of a boat he really liked the look of.

I hope I can get a good copy of it one day as it is both a great photo of Kirsty Ann, and it somehow encapsulates the times. 

From the anchored cruise ship on the horizon behind the mizzen, the photo was taken the last sailing day.  I am holding the anchor in my left hand, bag over shoulder, about to push the boat off for our last sail for who knows how long.

I also like it as it is a reminder that our lives don't have super hard boundaries.  It is nice to think that someone found the boat and the scene somehow significant too.

Life without sailing is strange.  I have a list of boaty projects, which I am working through at an extraordinarily slow pace.  But I feel that I am rediscovering the capacity to make things and fix things with my hands.  I try not to think how long it might be until I can get back on the water.