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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