In Search of the Perfect Boat
"We'd sailed the Irish Sea until we were green in the face. We'd eaten pie and peas at Peil Island, stuffed ourselves with the meal-for-two at the Cantonese Restaurant at Port St. Mary and done battle with the vagaries of the Swellies, Wellies, Willies or whatever they are called in the Meany Eye Straits. We'd sailed, flotilla-fashion, with dead sheep down the River Douglas, bounced from perch to perch like a demented ball-bearing in a pinball machine along the Ribble and scraped over the (alleged) gap in the training wall at Lytham St. Annes to gain access to the offshore delights of the Fylde Coast. We'd even experienced the thrill of much wind over much tide in the channel that is the Lune Deeps before seeking sanctuary downwind of the fish factory on the Wyre."
(Submitted by Noel Mon Sep 13, 2004 )
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