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Sailing Away

When we pulled away from the Tyne the sea was already boiling up in what they call a swell. And as the evening drew on and land receded into invisibility the cubism of these shifting planes of water gave way to white-tops and eventually a gale that bumped us along the surface of the ocean.

No dinner, then, watching apprehensively as the crew packed away the Scandinavian buffet; and no sleep either, for those in peril on the sea.

One Response to “Sailing Away”

  1. Mark says:

    That must have been pure sailing enthusiast experience. I remember about 3 years ago we were caught in similar scenario in Croatia.