Now I know Easter was three weeks early this year but I'm not quite sure how to describe
this. Something like river in flood, freezing cold and snowing, springs to mind.
Anyhow not much sailing got done on the 23rd and the chocolate eggs remain unclaimed.
Sunday the 27th (the Eastern Orthodox Easter) was eventually set to decide who got
As far as I can tell six boats competed and very democratically everybody ended up
with an egg. Actually I thought Richard would have eaten them all by then because
you've only got to watch what he can do to a Mars bar. I thought the poor old eggs
wouldn't stand a chance, but I was wrong. Mind you if they'd been curry flavoured
it might have been a different story. I did eventually get the truth. Richard had
been so engrossed and single-minded in re planking ST368 he clean forgot all about