Upper Thames or Upper Clyde, the fun is the same

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My sailing days are over and my motor-sailer is now sailing around Magnetic Island but the memories remain. Memories of sitting on my boat lying at anchor in a peaceful cove, with a glass of Jacob's Creek Merlot in my hand and the radio tuned to FM Classical Music - life didn't get much better!

 

 

Many a night I slept on board. With the companionway left half-open, I watched the stars as the waves gently rocked me to sleep. I had all the victuals in the galley: tinned baked beans, tinned braised steak, tinned rice cream pudding, bread, tea, coffee, sugar, and another bottle of Jacob's Creek!

 

With my Van-Gogh's-ear for music, it could be argued that the Germans should have been required to lay down their accordions along with their arms at the end of the war.

 

Upper Thames or Upper Clyde, the fun is the same.

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