To remember

A picture to remember my distinqhuist guest for the night, 'Rookierookie'. Although the bird had very little to say, did not eat or drink, I got very quick a kind of attached to it. It seemed so calm, so couregeous. Opposit to a crow so quiet. I picked the bird up from the street last wednesday after somebody noticed it was already sitting there for many a hour. The bird seemed so tame that I wondered wheather it ever had known what to do in wildlife. I 'diagnosed' it as extremely tired and let it in peace in the forecastle for a good nightrest. And yes, next morning it was a bit more alive but still not able to fly. After a day of maintanance on the boat I dicided that more care was needed and took it to an overhere welknown 'birdhospital'. What a pity to hear that despite they tried to feed him or her, it was all over by mondaymorning. No doubt in my mind, it took straight off to go higher than ever before. All ready used to be close to heaven!

The boat with no name.

For ten months now I'm around in the yachtharbour, almost my second home it seems and so there are boats that caught my eye. For example this 9 mtr Wharram Tanenui, for the reason that I like this kind of boats and also that I did not spot anybody to look after her. Another thing I noticed was that the boat had no name. By sheer coincidence I found out that the boat was put on for sale on the Warramsite this year januari and sold by now. And so a charming elderly French couple showed up in the port last week with a Renault Kangoo packed with gear and started preparations to the boat to sail oversea towards Bordeaux, the Bay of Arcachon. Since I had been sailing myself this weekend I was not able to see the actual leaving of the catamaran last saturday. The planning is that it'll take them harbourhopping ca. eight days to get home. So being mondaymorning I wonder about the whereabouts. The wind was in my favor for my weekendtrip, South, Southeast and took us in no time west on saturday to spend the evening on a small riverside surrounded by nature. Next day back east, again halfwind home like a rush. For the French it meant no doubt a good start westwards to the coast and out in the open to the North Sea. But Sunday was in their case less favorable. Lucky the winddirection this week is changing from North towards West and with a strength of 3 to 4 bft. Lovely temperature as well and that together with a really good buy. So far, well done, you admirable French.

Working my.....

'Working my butt off' on my boat and one thing done, the other comes up. It's a well known factor. But I'm not complaining, happy to be able to do what is needed. And there are nice surprices as well. Hidden away I found a ship's log made by Thomas Walker in Birmingham. As a 'newby' I first red about this instrument in the book 'Zeilend rond de wereld' (Sailing around the world) from the first Dutchman who did this with a pleasureyacht after Sir Francis Chichester. It's Bertus "Papa" Zijdenbos from Vlaardingen, Holland. It took him three years from July 1966 to July 1999 to complete his voyage.

Every picture tells.......

'Every picture tells a story', is what comes in mind looking at this once or even still beautyfull ship. But, what story goes behind her neclected maintenance? Again, a closer look at this ship will tell not only about her 'suffering' but also about the craftmanship that still shows as was it her soul. For now I will title the pictures of her simply 'Wonder 1, 2 and so on. But why not, Ghost, Spoke, Mystery?And that all opposite of my ship, as a warning, don't let in or as a sign to live by the moment, no past, no future, only now to keep on tungoiling!