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Ramsgate.
Impeccable timing! Right at the end of “Ramsgate week”. Fully justified the
feeling held by some that I should never be allowed out on my own. Tried to
dock with no fenders, picked fights with racing crews. What was I thinking of –
after all, it is not as if I have never heard the expression “fore deck
gorilla”!! Still, got my own back a four-battery “salute” followed by a two
fingered one as we left at 06.00 on Sunday, ensured it wasn’t all one way
traffic. Wasn’t all bad either, one hundred miles, mostly motoring there,
mostly sailing back. An excellent fish and chip supper (after doing a runner
from the weirdo Thai), topped off with lots of Stella served by wenches nearly
in their dresses, were the highlights.
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