So it was supposed to be a Wednesday Night Race night, but the skipper was off cruising. That would have been okay but he took the boat with him. His boat- His rules- No race. Which was fine.
I have had Synergy disassembled doing the compliance updates recommended on the Insurance Survey. It’s been a lot of work and a lot of stuff, but I have been making steady progress. The plan was to simply continue with the list of tasks. It’s a bit like the old joke, "How do you eat an elephant?" ....One bite at a time.
So having completed another bite, I started to knock off and walk up to the house, but as I got up in the cockpit, it struck me that it was a lovely evening and I needed to sit in the cockpit and simply enjoy the view. I thought it would be a solitary experience but as I sat there I realized that I had visitors.
A couple Mallards stopped by to chat amongst themselves. An osprey wheeled overhead and buzzed the boat on the way to dinner. A parade of great herons flew past one at a time, squawking as they winged their way towards a not very secret rendezvous near Cantlers. They were eyed wearily by a night heron paroling the shallow beach where the bluff meets the cove, On the other hand, The herons were cheered on by a small cluster of barn sparrows swooping in for the gossip session of the day and to leave souvenirs of their on my foredeck below the lifelines on which they gathered.
Suddenly my solitude became crowded, but in a good way.....