Gentle Spuddle
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 5 Mar 2016 23:57
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A Very Gentle Spuddle  Well, this morning our aches ached. Things that had never hurt
before groaned at every small movement. I guess at our
age we shouldn’t really try to pull ourselves up on our fingertips.
That wasn’t as bad as trying to get my foot up behind my head in a single
step........ Never again are we to risk such
nonsense. I’ll write that in the ship’s log. Spuddle time was very
amusing, it took some time to climb our indoor stairs, the big one in the
cockpit and out onto the stern platform. Bear half fell into Baby Beez
and I simply landed in a heap. Off for some very slow rock
watching.   The far corner of Refuge Bay. On
the left a very flat-bottomed lady who sits happily
on the beach at low tide.    Back to the rocks.   I named these Tarkus and Sasha.
I’m saying nothing. After beating me five
nil last night I should stay very silent, sir.....  This chap marked the next
bend.  Unspoilt
wilderness.  Next door – America
Bay.  We spuddled along the
edge.  Just two ladies, the
one on the right.........could it
be..............  Well, colour me happy, a ‘One Careful
Owner’, who’d have thought it.  I needed another big rock to still
my beating heart.  Back to Beez, enough
excitement for a rest day. Time for a gentle swim off the back, a few games –
revenge if I can muster it. Salad for supper as I don’t feel like saddling up
the cooker. Just the painful bit of hauling ourselves out of Baby Beez.
ALL IN ALL A BEAUTIFUL SUNNY DAY
NICE TO DO SOMETHING LESS
STRENUOUS
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