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Solent-side and mudslides…

For years there had been talk of going to the Isle of Wight, of walking the Coast Path, of taking in the views – but no firm plans ever emerged. Then, about a month ago, the Relief Crew, (Cleddau’s Relief Captain and First Mate) made a proposal.  “We’re going to visit family and to walk the dog, why not share a cottage with us?”  There was no good reason not to go – and so, on St David’s Day, a...

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Briefly Afloat…

17th to 24th February, 2013             It was half-term: released from the school routine the Cheshire One bounded up the garden path, paused in the kitchen for a height check (an increase of 2cm since Christmas), bounced around the living room, talked animatedly about her plans for our time together – and then the Cheshire Mum chimed in. There was homework to be done over half-term – work out which materials will float and then create an Aztec...

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Nostalgia

Blame Baby Sis… it was she who insisted that we made a visit (a last ever visit?) to the Pembroke Bookshop: all stock reduced, shop closing down and the bookseller retiring after 33 years.  It was the week before Christmas and already the shelves were looking sorely depleted.  We browsed, methodically moving around all sections; we chatted; we accumulated a pile of books and paid for them. As we left the shop there was a backward glance – would it...

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Oh for a boat… Stratford, then and now

The Three Sisters (Boatwif’s three sisters, that is) had generously donated monies for theatre-going in recognition of a significant half decade birthday.  The birthday was months ago; tickets for Stratford plays* were booked weeks ago.  After three days back in Stratford during the second week of January it has to be announced that the town and theatres retain their allure. First visit was as a teenager, viewing glamorous young David Warner in Hamlet. Seated far, far back in that vast...

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Snowbirds

Tuesday 27th – Friday 30th November, 2012                         Going out into a desert? “Boat blogs could prove a little difficult,” wrote Senior Sis in an e-mail last week. For three days in the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park Boatwif and the Captain searched the wide horizons for ships, but to no avail.  Camels have always been regarded as ships of the desert, haven’t they? None here, not now… but at the State Park Visitor Center there...

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At your convenience – and other folk

           On Sunday Cal Guy Jnr was distinctly unwell: he was running a high fever and just wanted to cling to one parent or other.             Cal Son came up with an idea: Why not drive towards Palomar Airport at Carlsbad -and watch the aircraft movements on the runway from the outdoor Starbucks lounge at Loker Avenue West? What a good idea!  Cal Guy Snr and the Captain got aircraft talk, Boatwif got a new view and a sky fast...

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It’s winter

Wednesday 21St – Saturday 24th November “It’s winter,” said Cal Son as Boatwif remarked upon Christmas decorations at a shopping mall a week ago. Well, it’s winter now,” said Cal Mom on Wednesday, as discussions were under way about how hot, how cool or how cold the bowling alley would be. It’s the original bowling alley, 40 lanes for play, first opened in San Marcos about fifty years ago. In the event temperatures were comfortable at T-shirt level and the...

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Boy time

       Trains and Boats and Planes goes the first line of Burt Bacharach’s 1965 song. Well, Trains were ticked via the Coaster ride on Sunday, since which there have been various sightings of the local light railway train, the Sprinter. This serves the communities between Oceanside and Escondido (along a route of about 25 miles) and whose station for the Cal State San Marcos university campus is right at the bottom of the hill. Boats and planes?  Cal Guy Snr...

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Sights, sounds and tastes in San Diego County

Thursday: bodies and brains were in a jumble – it isn’t easy to adjust to an eight hour time difference. From previous visits to California the Captain and Boatwif have devised their own (if only temporary) antidote to jet lag, lunch at the Pannikin.  A 25 minute drive south west from San Marcos cuts through the hills to the coast. There on the Pacific Highway 1 stands a wooden railway halt, now an indoor /outdoor café. It is totally unglitzy,...

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From Autumn to Fall…

Wednesday 14th – Thursday 15th November It was almost a shame to forsake British shores on Wednesday: the back garden maple tree is just edging from deep green leaf into a  shiny mahogany brown before the brilliant scarlet colour appears, trees around the M25 shone in bronze and copper colours and as the aircraft lifted off in an eastward direction russets and yellows in London’s suburbs  were clearly visible… At midday Terminal 5 was calm, purposeful. The building is a...

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