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The day was beautiful. As I walked to and from ICA, I knew I’d be greeted at home by the desire to take The Bob out on the water. And I was not wrong. Mirinda thought it just too good to miss. After a morning coffee and a little bit of admin work, we loaded everything up and headed out.
The water was very still in the harbour as we tied up at the petrol station and expertly filled the tank. Mirinda was determined that we make it as far as Tullgarns slott, and we didn’t want to be left stranded like the last time we tried. Though, of course, we knew the outboard would not conk out…or at least hoped it wouldn’t.
Captain Mirinda decided we would do a sail-by of Stensund. I waved, but I don’t think KSP saw me.
In case she did see us and thought Mirinda was being rude in not waving, there are lots of submerged rocks in this part of the archipelago so she was concentrating and, therefore, couldn’t.
It was a long trip, but we made it and tied up at the dock, feeling like Tsar Nicholas II back in 1909 when he and the family came for a visit. Like them, we also didn’t stay at the castle though we did have a small picnic on the grass just off the dock.
Eventually, and after Mirinda and Emma went for a walk through the familiar grounds, we headed back home.
The water was a bit more choppy on the return. Sitting in the bow, I was spattered quite a bit. Emma climbed into the cooler bag and Freya stayed wrapped in the waffle blanket we always bring for her to sleep in.
Speaking of Freya, she wasn’t very good today. We are very concerned. Short of a miracle, I am going to have to play nurse maid to her this weekend while Mirinda has her Retreat. I just need a tent…
But, back in the Baltic, we slowly made our way home, thoroughly enjoying ourselves as we bounced around under the sun and blue sky. I seriously love having a boat.
At home, tonight saw my final session of The Stories of Art 1900 – today. As it was, more or less, a recap of the previous five weeks, I shall not bore anyone reading this. (I almost heard Nicoline mutter “Thank God.“)
However, in more, international news…
Dolly dying yesterday was bad enough, but then so did Tim Curry! That is pretty devastating. And, just like Dolly, he was also 80. I thought he’d last forever. He had an amazing life. As Frank sang “Don’t dream it, be it.” And, he certainly did.
And, before I finish this post…
Can I just say that I would NEVER use one of these trolleys. If a shop only had them, I would spend my money elsewhere. I do not need a computer program to tell me what to buy and what to eat. Also, it’s a bit like self check-out; I much prefer dealing with a human being.
