Mornings are grey, afternoons are sunny.
Probably an effect from temperature changes.
Dense fog at times and horn sound from invisible creatures.
The Moon is growing each day among the stars.
Breads rise well and overflow into the bottom of the oven and are delicious.
The four cans of tea and coffee are very often filled up due to the annual usual frozen summer in the North sea.
Stories and laughter at night go well in many directions.
The proud crew is tacking the ship as if it was their children’s toy.
Falcons and birds dare to pause on deck or on the yards and fly away when we move around the canvas.
The culinary experience is still a pleasure these days.
Twelve mackerels ended up in the oven, two were missing…for the vegetarians’ demand, they got it for the next meal. Yep, sausages have been shared too.
Beauty and serenity of tight ropes and slack lines, standing or running, ready to be activated, to be touched.
Not all of them are meant to be embraced, nevertheless they are essentials.
Mystery of life, what is the message sent when the wind isn’t turning into a convenient way.
Okay, the convenience is dictated by nature. Find resourcefulness draw from deep.
Being a drop of water in this immensity, a grain of dust on the planet and I forget to find reasons for every matter.
Just go on the dear seas.
Sentinel of faraway.