Beth's birthday and other excuses to eat cake
Beth’s
birthday On March 17th, Beth reached the grand old age
of 11. She had an mp3 player, music, clothes, money, flowers, chocolates, nail
varnish, makeup and hair stuff, the Dolphinz Nintendo DS game. She is now often
to be found listening to music in her bunk – practicing for when she is a
teenager. Beth with her mp3
player. We went out for a birthday meal, and had a ‘cake fest’ in
the gazebo with balloon volleyball and Twister.
Beth on her birthday – looking far too grown up to be my
baby girl. Birthday Twister. Kite flying on Poetto
beach Valentina scooped up Beth and Bryn to go kite flying on
Poetto beach. We dispatched them with our trusty boat-issue kites, but in the
event these were no match for the industrial variety used as a form of transport
here in Beth helps to fly a 2.5 metre kite on Poetto
beach. Bryn hitching a ride on a kite-powered
trike. Woolly mammoths, wild
ponies and ancient ruins The Russian Woolly Mammoth exhibition is touring Europe
and is currently in “Mummy, can we have a mammoth? Mummy, can we have a
mammoth? Mummy, can we have…” Mr and Mrs W Mammoth plus their 2.4
kids. 0.4 of a woolly mammoth family. We reckon that this was the ancestor of a Bassett Hound
having a bad day. T-Rex didn’t
disappoint. Dessicated baby elephant – just add water to
reconstitute. Prehistoric The rain held off long enough for us to eat our picnic.
Big Dave (BRUMBY) and
David. Valentina and Max. Valeria and Andrea. A surprise birthday cake and pressie were produced at the
end of the picnic. The
Giara We left the mammoths behind to drive up onto the Giara –
a 45 km2 plateau of basalt that rises to about 600 metres. According
to the guide book, the plateau has a unique eco-system, with shallow lakes that
form in depressions in the basalt, woods of stunted cork oaks, and a population
of small, dark, wild ponies that are probably descendants of the horses brought
to The rugged landscape (and a wild pony) of the Giara. Barumini From
the Giara, we drove on to the Su Nuraxi Nuraghic complex in Barumini,
which is considered to be one of the most important archaeological sites in
A model of the original central tower and two of the
cardinal towers of the Su Nuraxi Nuraghi. The central tower
today. Looking down to the well and entrance to the main tower
from the defensive wall. Inside the main tower – it is hard to believe that this
was constructed 1400 years BC. The complex then grew organically as circular dwellings
were added around the edge, with a specific building for community meetings. The
complex was abandoned, but repopulated during Phoenician, Punic and Roman times.
The official tour – which took us inside the original tower, up and down narrow
stone stairways, and through stone tunnels – was in Italian, but luckily we had
our own personal archeologist (Valentina) to translate and elaborate for us.
This would be a fantastic place for a game of hide-and-seek… Looking down on one of the cardinal towers and the
circular dwellings that make up the complex. Spring – the great bottom
scrubbing season Spring
is slowly unfolding here in I've finished the dental work that I needed doing – 6 weeks of staring at the Philips fluorescent tubes while having 5 old fillings drilled out and replaced, a couple of new fillings and a double root canal. This has blown all of the money we had just managed to put away as the new engine fund. Oh well, looks like I won’t be able to give up the day job just yet! Everyone is gearing up for the new sailing season, many
lifting out to scrub their bottom and renew their antifouling. PYXIS, TYFON and
MOYA have been out and are now back in, and NEREUS II is languishing on the hard
waiting for a suitable weather window to be refloated. A rare glimpse of PYXIS’
bottom. We went out for the day with PYXIS, sailing to Poetto
beach where we anchored and inspected the growth on The boring boat job
bit The boat jobs continue. David has modified the base of
the bed in Bryn’s cabin to improve the storage and access to the lockers
underneath (as well as removing the bits of wood that stick up between the bunk
cushions and which always cripple you when you kneel on the bed). We bought a
new mattress for our bunk in a sale, which then had to be cut to shape (using
the carving knife) and the cover sewn back together by hand (I couldn’t get the
mattress under the foot of the sewing machine).
Cutting the mattress to fit our bunk, and sewing the
cover back in place. The children have earned extra pocket money doing boat
jobs for other people – cleaning the decks and bilges of MASCOT 3, and polishing
MOYA’s stern from the dinghy. They also gave Bryn scrubbing the
bilges. One of the local chandlers had a closing down sale and we
got some boaty bits and pieces for a good price (a boarding ladder, some rope,
new fishing line, a canoe). Beth trying out the new
canoe. Even more cake and
candles Birthdays for Bill (YELLOW BIRD) and Bill blowing out his
candles. Lyn cutting her cake. Lyn’s party degenerated into a disco extravaganza and
sing-along… Farewell
party Lon and Lynn (MASCOT 3) have now left for sunnier climes
( “One, two, three,
four…” The ‘intrepid Smith
Family’ The ‘intrepid Smith Family’ continue to appear in print – with Part II of this trip now available in the May issue of Sailing Today. Two down, two more to come, and I am negotiating with my publisher about future installments with which to bore the yachting community. The arty bit at the
end I found a little time for some
painting… ‘ENYA’. |