Sunday 4th August

Wandering around on various dog walks in the week i think of all the various topics i could blog about, and I write them in  my head. They are always very good and generally humourous, and then it comes to the evening, and of course I'm usually out, which means getting back late and then recalling those entertaining thoughts and prose I had so vividly constructed to find they have vanished into the ethereal space I call my brain, never to be retrieved!

Le saie

Dolphin Watch

An evening dog walk with the boys.

But, it's Sunday and I'm in on a Sunday night, except I cooked a roast for dinner, and then attempted yet more cleaning,( it's never ending), when really I should have tackled the basket of ironing, which when i wasn't looking has multiplied to two baskets now..... The real fault is with the weather of course, if it wasn't so nice i wouldn't feel so compelled to work in the garden/go for a swim etc... You do know it's going to rain tomorrow!!!

I do believe there are five French men (sounds like the makings of a song) who owe my son (Stingray Dan) a rather large favour. In fact if there was a newspaper printed in Sark he would be on the front page.  I know this for a fact.

A brief outline of the story goes like this, Captain Birds Eye and his crew of cabin boys including Dan, set sail for Sark with a charter of folks and their kayaks. Everything was going well and as the boys in their rib were bobbing about the bay they noticed a dejected bunch of French men (nothing new there), sitting on their yacht. Two of the men duly came over to the Duchess and upon spying the boys wet suits asked if it would be possible if one of them could go down a few metres and untangle their anchor.....

 As Dan had the flippers and the weights, he drew the short straw, well, the few metres was actually 11, (we know this as Dan has a spanky dive watch given as a 21st birthday present). It wasn't easy and he dived two or three times, his mate went down to about 6 metres to offer support and pull him up if he passed out.......(that was the theory). The chain was well and truly wrapped around the anchor as the yacht had spun two or three times in a circle. Dan said he didn't equalise his ears during the dive and not only suffered earache for the rest of the afternoon, but spat out blood too....

By the third attempt he had kicked up a lot of sand obscuring his vision and wasn't sure if he had freed it, but realised he had when he received a huge cheer by the surrounding spectators that were following his progress. It turns out the yacht was on hire and due back that afternoon, so the French sailed off into the blue yonder, waving and calling Au revoir !!!!!