Engine on at a quarter past eight and
not at all cold, the temperature around seventeen degrees. Out of our hidey-hole
and onward. This lot were still soundo.
The sun came out and a bit more in the
way of scruffing about. Bear happy on duty I went
prep supper and to play Zuma for an hour.
I hear the genoa go up. Just for an airing you know. Yes Dear.

My shift at ten, Bear tells me to wrap
up against the chilly wind that’s blowing straight from the sea across the open
sound. He failed to mention I was just about to leave deep water, try to find a
completely missing red marker, enter a yet unseen channel, the water was going
to drop from 8.8 to 1.8 in a split second, Oh just
follow that local who just overtook us.
I force a smile. I’ll get you
a stiff one when you get to the cross by where it says Little Mud River.
Paint Pepe’s face a seriously angry red
colour.
Have you ever seen log book look so
threatening.
Bear has
Scarper Bear, Scarper

Less than half a minute later, I am
tucked into the channel, local boat way too far in the distance to be of any
help leading me. There is absolutely no wind. I have to strip off scarf, gloves,
hat, jacket, outer leggings, jumper, slippers and roll my PJ legs up, by then I
was well out of sorts. This silly little sod only
just got out of the way of Beez, just as Bear announces a detour he has
found.

He far too brightly tells me that as we
have already been to Wallys Leg (I chose it as I loved the name) on the way
north we could try Fort Frederica (Oh nothing to do with the fact there may just
be a cannon for him to get his now twitchy little finger on......

So instead of taking the white
line on the GPS (ICW) Bear hovers over me to make sure I turn left into
Frederica River. “Oh I have just gone off piste”. No
Dear – eyes firmly closed the correct term
is gunkholing. “Well shiver me timbers”
Have you ever watched Pepe turn from a
calm first mate into a seething Anne Bonny in a split second.
Bear has
Under his beard I hear him mutter
something about it wouldn’t be so bad if I had her figure.
I did once
BAM
Have you ever seen a bilge pump
handle aimed so well
Bear has
Zip it while your ahead Bear, Zip
it.

Thank
heavens, a Pecalin saves the day and she is nice once more. Steady,
I heard that


We enjoyed the floor show put on by
this group; backs to us = mainly black, hand brake
turn = white as they showed their under carriages. Just
like watching a bole of fish. Yes
dear.

Huge excitement from
the Skipper on the next bend as straight ahead – Fort
Frederica (no guesses what we’re doing on the morrow)

As we
pass by to anchor a bit further on – trigger finger twitching madly, another
extra treat between Charleston and St Augustine – cannons

Lovely sitting in
the sun. I thrashed Bear at Upword, all seven letters
in RECOVERS and the very next word OTALGIA. Huh. He even let me win at Sequence. Huh. Look at his cheesy grin just thinking about
launching Baby Beez and getting his trigger finger ready. Deep
joy.


ALL IN ALL AN INTERESTING DAY
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