Believe it or not I am sitting writing this with a bird on my head. Yes, a bird - on my head. A swallow to be exact. There were three earlier (not all on my head but on the boat in general). The other two have flown off. Alarmingly the bird seems to be snacking on something in my hair which doesn't say much for my current state of personal hygiene. Indeed - a shower would be nice. And we are only 288 miles from one. A few days ago, 288 miles represented a mere hop, skip and a jump away but now, beleagued as we are by Easterlies, goodness only knows how long it will be before we can set our cold little toes in that shower tray. Yesterday we hove to on the premise that 'if we can't go where we want to go there is no point in going anywhere'. Both tacks on offer made a poke in the eye look attractive. So a hove-to-holiday it was - a chance to catch up on sleep and take stock.
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