Once again, in haste, due to rough conditions. A couple of days yet before it is due to calm down.
I have really enjoyed the company of my fishy companions these last few days. Whether they are teeming around my boat, leaping into the air, or creating a frenzy at the surface of the ocean, they have become a constant and endlessly entertaining presence. A bit like the booby birds were on the mid-Pacific, but a lot less smelly. Quite possibly also more intelligent – surely impossible to be less so.
I am not sure I’m going to be able to eat fish again. It’s a tough one, as I already eat very little meat or poultry, for reasons environmental, ethical, and health-conscious. I never choose meat in restaurants, but do occasionally eat it when I am a houseguest. I have also given up shrimp and farmed salmon because they are so damaging to the marine environment.
Now it looks like it will be a show-down between my conscience and my tastebuds over fish in general. Will I ever again be able to contemplate a delicious fish fillet without thinking of my fine fishy friends?
Boatfillers galore today, but when not up to my ankles in water, it has been a pleasant and productive day out here on the big blue.
I spoke to Mum Sunday afternoon. She is off to the hospital tomorrow to see the specialist about her broken leg. Hopefully he will say they can take the cast off. And we then hope that she might be well enough, soon enough, to come out and see me make landfall. Please join me in wishing Mum all the very best at the consultation, and hoping she gets out of that cast pronto!
Joke for the day (as a change from a quote):
Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?
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