At anchor Talcahuano
Today was a quiet day, the sun shone, a light breeze blew from the south. Sunday and a holiday. After breakfast I broke out the varnish pot, sanded and cleaned the remaining cockpit seat which I had not finished in Puerto Montt and gave it a couple of coats.
In the afternoon I went ashore for a leg stretch. Ambled to the town plaza, sat on a bench and read my book in the sun for a while, strolled back to a restaurant overlooking the bay, had a beer, then returned on board for dinner.
All is well.
Today I learned of the passing of one of my feline brethren, Penny, the long time companion of the skipper’s niece. While I know not this undoubted gracious creature the skipper and I celebrated her life at the family’s request with a sating repast of tuna. Thank you Penny.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
To rest and sleepe, much pleasure … zzzzzzzzzzzz