Its called a labour of love
The scraping and sanding
The careful preparation and maintenance
Maintaining a thing of beauty
In this case the labour of love was my dear old boat
Crafted from Huon pine with precision and pride nearly 50 years ago
A finely crafted floating jewel box
So yes a labour of love
The fine sanding
The careful masking so the lines are crisp
The laying on of the paint and varnish
To bring her beauty alive
Yes a labour of love
Maybe it’s a metaphor for a life of love.
A full moon to guide us
The skipper preparing the boat
The merry revelers on board
Up the river under the Westgate bridge
Keeping watch for other vessels
Under the Bolte bridge
The city skyline full of light
Then at midnight the fireworks
Now it’s 2018!!!!!
After a couple of days of hot summer weather
And on the bicycle for a ride by the bay
In the cool of the evening
Last sprinkles of rain
My loop of the Williamstown peninsula
Taking in the end of the week as the end of the year approaches.
I feel like I’m in the twilight period of 2017
The sun setting on a year of wonderful adventures and discoveries
Excited about the coming of 2018
Volvo Round the World Racing Yachts
After the long sail from Cape Town
Powering down wind,
Surfing across the Southern Ocean
Resting now in the calm waters of Docklands, Melbourne.
On the train from the midlands to London. I listened to The Clash, London Calling.
Its both a distopian and resilient view of London. It seemed fitting as a bombing in the tube had set a sombre tone.
But London is London no matter.
Despite the confrontation London open day was in full swing as was Thames week.
And it gave a little sometime for mariner like me.
These 10 Thames barges had sailed up the river.
And were using their motors against the ebb tide to hold formation still in the water. Such seamanship.
And really there is something special about the English is their way with the sea and boats.
Be it Drake’s Golden Hind
Or the uniquely English narrow boats that carried goods and produce from the midlands to London prior to rail
Along the Grand Union Canal.
And now provide floating pleasure.
So I did go to London!