So, its meant to be high summer, scorchio August and I appear to be heading to Cornwall tomorrow to face a weasly 17 degrees and 40% chance of 'precipitation' (why don't they just say pissing drizzly annoying rain?) every day.
Still, have got 5 nights on the lovely Magus to look forward to, and I will be for the first time sporting my rather tragic 'Magus Gilet' – yes, one of those sad middle aged sleeveless numbers in a slightly unfathomable rain-drip-off inflammable material, which H has ordered for his myriad crew. Well, ordered for 'The Boys' anyway, as when I asked where my one was he pretended he'd of course ordered one of the pile for me, when he clearly hadn't - do these men really think you can't spot them covering their 'actually I forgot to get one for you, my dear wife' asses??
So – we also have a pretty full boat too – Nicky & Jules, Sophie & Keytes and Sarah Kelleher. Jules is a boy in case you can't tell, a token effort to rebalance the testosterone onboard (although given that all we gorgeous girls play hockey, I suspect its got a fair bit without him). No Vicki Holgate as she is off playing hockey for England, no less. Yes, it's Over 40s – we're all way too crusty and slow for it to be the youngsters team – but an England cap she gets nonetheless.
Although actually I gather its some kind of a pin. Or a Brownie badge. Or some slight fobbing off with some almost-metallic-if-you-don't bite-on-it-but-we're-all-on-a-budget-these-days piece of Union Flag-esque memorabilia, but we're all hoping she will thrash the Leeky Welsh as this is clearly imperative in any sport. Bik – bring home that cup!
So, back to boaty - think the plan is not to head for the Scillies (weather's a bit iffy, its bloody miles and H still hasn't forgotten how much I moaned about the endless bish-bosh-bash trip there and back to sunny France a few weeks back). Instead, it'll be enjoying the splendours of Fowey Week (knitted plant pots, hairy cider in the British Legion and hook-a-puffin contests), plus lots of fishing and trying out the new BBQ which said Captain Hawkes has had installed on the rear of the boat.
Then straight from there to our joyous annual 3 days of Director Awaydays in Devon. Note to self – try and have a shower before I get there, as 5 days of boat musk and lived-in-ness may not go down so well with some of my more fragrant colleagues. (Although for one or two, I may suddenly remind them of themselves….).
So – will be back posting on here from next Wed/Thurs I am guessing, unless I magically get online sur le bateau and am inspired. I will have my close friend I-pad with me, so who knows if I will work out how to do Typepad on there, and post a photo of the inevitably ginormous bass I am intended to track down & land, like a piscine dog……
Watch this fishy space…. Roger the Cabin Girl x