Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
Phew! - I thought you had finally cracked and was writing about perfume for a minute.
Nah, Sarah Toa is definitely a patchouli girl.That image of Digger is quite surreal, would make a bloody fantastic painting!
It's an interesting picture isn't it? He's a funny boy. Jumped overboard and swam to the rock and then sat there and whinged for me to pick him up.Re patchouli, I did write something about that ages ago Tom.Thanks for your comments!
Yes, it is an interesting picture, Sarah. I cannot stand patchouli, and I liked it even less when I found out what it was originally used for. The Indians used it to mask the smell by sprinkling it over shallow graves, apparently.
When I was forest protesting, I think patchouli was every blockader's morning shower. Mm, I think it's lovely, and together with Ylang Ylang, and the scent of Nag Champa incense make great lovers...
And about that Channel, nice refections, calm waters, shallow waters before the deepening blue...
Such a cutie that dog. Sounds like he wanted to go home and lie on your couch.
Yep, but why did the dog swim to the rock? Dog Rock... My bet is he went looking for pelicans... That look on his face says: "Sarah, they were here, the pelicans were right here...you gotta believe me!" ..."And I'm not going anywhere till they all come back!"
The skiff's sail lost wind, flapped loosely in its bewildered search, and the slap and sway of the waves halted, allowing the suddenly still, suddenly soundless sea to offer up fingers of barnacled rock in the greeny blue wash beneath them. As they rounded Point Possession and made through the channel, Major Lockyer's excitement was disagreeably chaffed. Inside the harbour, still a good distance away, he thought he could see a ship, the skeletal spine of a furled mast.Thank you.
Happy to help Ciaran! It's a stiff sou-easterly that makes that spot of the world out of the wind.