It was a splendid, chilly, sunny, light South Easterly day yesterday. I wheeled the Skerry down to the local beach, and rowed the three miles over to the buoy that marks the gas pipeline. I had a nice drift in the sun eating my peanut butter sandwich and banana, and a nice steaming hot cup of tea from the thermos. Two little penguins swam by, I think they didn't even notice I was there.
When I got back to the beach, an older gentleman came over. He said he had heard that someone had been launching "a real boat" from the beach. He was pleased to bump into me at last. He was a former Seaholme resident, whose dad built wooden fishing boats, and he had memories of many small boats being launched from Flemmos beach. He was very pleased to see me continuing the tradition. He remembered "the Beasley boys" fishing off here, the many boats anchored and the red shed round at Wise's reef. We had a good time getting stuck into the plastic stink boats and Jetskis. It was a nice end to the outing, my longest row only outing so far, about 6 NM.
It is, incidentally, a year since I launched the Skerry. It has been everything I hoped for and more. I will have to count up the launches and the miles from the logbook, but I rekon this boat has hit a sweetspot for me, it fits my environment and the sorts of sailing I like best.
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