My cabin in chaos. It's late afternoon - I've yet to unpack. It's lifeboat drill and early dinner is 6.15pm
As our captain says 'Ladies and yentle men out beautiful chip Braemar where a year last Christmas I broke my arm learning the slow foxtrot. Don't worry boys - I shall keep my promise not to dance.
Our first port of call - lovely Honfleur. a classic French experience. A casual coffee where my French was understood. Helping a fellow passenger buy pyjamas - apparently he had forgotten them and then an aperitif watching the boats bobbing and the world go by- with a delicious lunch to look forward to.
6 comments:
I can think no nicer 'first port of call' to get you in the mood for the delights to come!
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Glad there were no broken arms this time :)
Oh Pat... dance but not on a stage !
No broken arms this time.
cheers, parsnip
Keith: It turned out to be my favourite.
Kim: just a black and blue shin.
Parsnip: hopefully those days are over. Everything crossed.
Next time no damage at all. Nice ship too.
Mage: I'll drink to that :-)
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