Important commodity

Privacy….. With 20 people in a Tin can, or rather a fibre glass tube, sharing a bunk, not, I hasten to add, at the same time!

And living and working 24/7 for weeks on end.

No escape.

my space

my space

Except of course for closing off your bunk to those wandering the corridors, usually the skipper or those passing to the navigation station. Without some kind of curtain you’re in effect always on show which often times is not an issue as you’re so exhausted you simply fall asleep as you land on your bunk mattress.

off in my own little world

off in my own little world

Today I fancied a little ‘me time’ put up my curtain and once more plugged myself into my iPod.

The joy of being transported to another place, albeit still riding a tilting bucking bronco.  Today I’m back at home with my daughter in her bedroom listening to her music; sitting on the sofa next to my son then onto hearing my other son singing upstairs as I make a cup of tea in the kitchen.

And then, suddenly soaking wet at midnight in July in Nyon with my husband and friends at Paléo music festival.

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes. See the sunny skies, the birds will sing that you are a part of everything. Look around. Let me see you smile. The clouds will be a daisy chain. Won’t you come out to play? The sun is up, the sky is blue.

Must be time for watch handover. Thanks Siouxsie and the Banshees 😉 Thanks for taking me home for just a few minutes.


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