Tuesday 14 April 2015

Bay of Biscay to Portsmouth

The skies are clear and the sea is smooth, so a simple sundrop over the western horizon last night, an austere, short sleep on the carpeted floor, a simple sunrise in the east - now forward view, since the course is north-east after rounding Cape Finisterre before dawn.

Lots of other Brits returning from winter dodging in the south . . . lots of campers and Dennis and partner, who live year round in a caravan . . . a butcher by trade, never ventured north of Watford or abroad until a few years ago . . . enjoying the freedom and intrigued by the freedom without the car and caravan . . . though this footloose freedom loving pilgrim/writer/philosopher is maybe settling for summer, since the social activist role also calls and perhaps projects to pursue in Weardale . . .

The sometimes forgetful, neglectful father role wants picking up too . . . elder daughter setting out on exciting new venture in Northumberland, younger heading off for adventure in Oz . . . one way ticket, working visa . . .

Terry, 62, from Stockton, turns up, half unexpectedly . . . he has a place in Portugal, near Graca . . . we met a few times when I was there . . .

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