Last night was very windy. Imagine strained at the twin bow lazy lines, swaying and yawing against the creaking ropes. Several times the plastic disk fell out of the hatch above Lucinda's head jerking us awake. I imagined the lines parting and the boat being dashed against the quay. We awoke exhausted to find all was tranquil. We did the last of the jobs, went shopping and walked to a hill above the town. We're going out to eat.
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