Oh joy

So, seconds out, round two. Encouraged by the harbourgruppenfuhrer who heard of my mishap, another willing posse gathered, even including the son, and we had a second crack at getting my mast up. And by jove, get it up I did! What a glorious feeling.
And afterwards, as is customary, I felt quite like a nap. But no, for Thursday evening stretched ahead and there’s this Danish darrama to start on tv with Lars Mikkelsen and everything. And I still didn’t fall asleep. And when I got to kip I still didn’t fall asleep! Maybe I’m worrying about the sails.