Summer SailingChapter 14
DAY 13 A whole day in the marina? Not bloody likely, seemed to be the general feeling. We all opted to catch the bus into the town, buy those annoying nicknacks that everybody brings back as presents for other people “we had this drink, it was really nice as we lay on the beach and so we thought you’d like a miniature of it to look at as it pisses down with rain slate grey skies in the middle of an awful city when you have nothing to look forward to in your boring fucking life” “Oh, thanks,...