Man avoids briny.

I use the term 'man' loosely.

The sea was mill-pond calm this morning at 6:15am so I promised myself that I'd get out there. With two ferry sailings before noon though, it'd have to wait. When it came to it, the sea state had notched up a gear and a Southerly breeze had picked up. Having eventually plucked up the courage to go, I scared myself so much at the prospect of turning around and coming back in that I thought I'd better not waste any time. Rode the waves in, petrified that they were going to turn me side on, with salty consequences. What a lightweight!

Of course a Southerly is 90 degrees out for our broken wind-turbine, which is stubbornly fixed toward the East. No chance of getting it repaired for a whole week. The longer the prevailing winds continue, the more tempted I will become to start throwing things at it. The owner might not thank me for my attempts if I end up damaging it further, so I won't. What I wouldn't give for the power of telekinesis.

Also worrying that my mobile phone signal booster is playing merry hell with the wireless broadband. Not only that, I fear that I'm being irradiated in my own home. I'm not quite the 'tin-foil-hat-wearing' type of nutter, but I'd be in the second division of whatever league that's measured by.