Rigging is all down and in the shop so sailing’s out, weather sucks, so varnishing’s out.  Spent the afternoon tieing proper pulls for all the hooks, shackles and pelicans on the boat.





Old Age


The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er;

So calm are we when passions are no more.

For then we know how vain it was to boast

Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.

Clouds of affection from our younger eyes

Conceal that emptiness which age descries.


The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,

Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made:

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become

As they draw near to their eternal home.

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view

That stand upon the threshold of the new.


Edmund Waller. 1606–1687

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