Whale I Never

Tillymint.fortescue
Thu 17 Dec 2009 22:36

Skipper has just booted me out of the galley - he and Hugo are cooking up a storm tonight and I have been asked to disappear for 20 minutes, so here I am, unsure as to the need for secrecy but willing to oblige when asked to distance myself from the kitchen. We are still aboard our hotel but intent on maintaining a nautical theme to proceedings hence the mixed metaphors! The novelty of hotel living isn't lost on the motley crew. Twice now we've had the ever patient maintenance man out to unfreeze our room safes as he who shall remain nameless has locked the TV remote or his big brother's IPOD in a safe and then promptly forgotten the code. Immy wanders the grounds bearing cups of tea fashioned from her room's mini bar; I have just had a Mint Soother delivered to my laptop side - most convivial. Laurence stands by on cocktail watch, we've persuaded him that we are unlikely to succomb to one before breakfast but is ever vigilant in offering them throughout the day. Maybe we become the preferred brand of parent with a little sprinkling of rum punch......
 
Anyway to the stuff of the day, boys and girls had some quality time apart. The chaps went deep sea fishing but alas, as seems to be a theme, the fish weren't biting.  However there was an exiting siting of WHALES, with a photo attached offering unparrelled scientific proof. The whales also "fluked" several times. For those who haven't been attending to their Blue Planet dvds, this is what you call the moment when the whale dives and it's huge tail emerges from the water, arches gracefully through the air and then disappears under. The moment can be anticipated but not predicted for the slow shutter speeds of our mortal lense. So if get a photo it is a bit of a fluke in itself.
 
The girls went to the spa, we have had all our barnacles removed and our brightwork is shining. Our nails are pink and Immy is sporting a few braids and beads in her hair. Tough day.
 
 
 
 

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