To The Scotties

Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 19 Sep 2018 22:57
To The Scotties of Scott-Free
 
 
 
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We got up and had breakfast in our Soton nest (still think that is a strange shortening). I have never had a problem typing Southampton as it happens I just wanted to be trendy.... Off for the M3 to see Chris and Steve, a whole year has flown by since their fleeting stop at our marina on the way up to Rebak. Here’s hoping our sea trials go well and we sail up to them some time in December.......fingers crossed. For now, I see the turning to Farnborough, I missed the sign a little while back that actually mentions Aldershot (in small letters), the place of my birth. Well someone has to admit to being born there. The Shots, my home football team have had a very chequered past and are currently nineteenth in the Conference Premier, the ground holds a capacity of seven thousand one hundred. The team look very smart in red and blue but I wish they wore the yellow and black like Southport FC, mind you, this year the strip is a bit day-glow. An hour and a half after leaving SHT (that’s another abbreviation) we arrive in Coulsdon to a smashing welcome and a good cup of tea. The Scotties have been working like Trojans decorating their house and the finished bits are looking really super.
 
 
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We take a bimble to the local for lunch which turns into quite a trek. My eight thousand stomps are almost done as every time we went to cross a playing field either the electric or water companies had been there piling mud. A wonderful, proper menu soon had our thoughts turned to pudding. Maj (still short for Majesty) and I had ham, egg and chips followed by the most incredible warm chocolate cake and a dollop of ice cream – a real treat for me. Well we do have to walk back...... Opposite the pub was an huge but interesting wooden feature.
 
 
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On the way back we had the excitement of having to wait for a pipe to be trundled, in the stiff breeze that is growing as Storm Ali is getting ready to hit the UK bringing winds up to eighty-five miles an hour. The time before our delicious supper seemed like minutes and the hours before bedtime flew in seconds it seemed. Catching up with these sailing friends really is special as they completely understand our decisions, problems and the whole shebang of juggling life at sea and on land. We share similarities both leaving in 2008, children, grandchildren and so, so much more.
 
 
 
ALL IN ALL SUCH A GOOD LAUGH
                     GREAT CAMARADERIE