At 10:00 pm on April 4th, we sails for far Bilbao, by the Bay of Biscay, an' Faith is prognosticatin' that we is bein' sick as parrots an' confined to our swayin' standard class hammocks in the bilges on account o' the likely heavy seas an' fearsome gales.

What is it yo're blatherin' about Mel , you old scallywag, I is hearin' you mutter?
Has ye been at the rum (or, worse still, 'as ye been in the apple barrel again), or are ye jus' sailin' under too many years?
Nay lads,
I is no ancient mariner who stoppeth one of three.
Tho' I has a beard that's grey, 'tis true,
But that's nought to do with ye!

My informants is a'tellin' me that we's likely to see dolphins an' porpoises at least, and, if we's lucky, pilot whales and more besides, yoho.

So, lads, don't be forgettin' yer old deck mate; wish 'im a calm sea or a strong stomach, an' 'ope that he can keep up this preposterous nautical-type talk long enough to reach the end o' this post without 'aving 'ad to ... oh bugger!!
2 comments:
Mel (and Faith). It has been fantastic working with you. We hope you have a fantastic trip (We're very jealous). I look forward to following the blogs, seeing the pics and laughing our socks off and/or being awed.
David (& Morgan)
P.S. Careful, ye don't get that there scurvy!
Aye-aye, ye swashbucklin ol' rascal. I see ye be pretendin' to be no landlubber, by the Powers! I 'ope yer lass'll no be lily-livered neither when yer sets sail fer the Bay O' Biscay-oh on that good ol' ship o' yourn. Good luck, me hearties, wi' the gale-force sou'westerlies. Yo-ho-ho an' a bottle o' rum! (Yer might well need it, eh?)
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