To The Scotties
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Wed 19 Sep 2018 22:57
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To The Scotties of
Scott-Free
 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.
 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.
 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 |