A veritable treasure trove!

Keep clear ye scurvey dogs or you will a feel me belayin' pin!

Christmas jollities started with the unwrappin of presents. 'A' got this bejewelled scent bottle and the silver casket ---wonder who the Cap'n Morgan rum belongs to?

Out and about

Shiver me timbers me hearties!

Nearly as tall as a mainmast!

Went for a stroll with 'G' up to Chalkney Woods. The wood I rested upon may have made some fine spars but cut far too short to make decent mast out of. When we were a below the electickery pylon we could a hear a crackilin' sound -rather like that St Elmos fire methinks.

A down by the river Colne

Above a ragin torrent!

All a bit misty and dark mateys!

Me cold? I be Tough Ted not some landlubber!

Today went a explorin with G down along the river Colne and surrounding parts. It was a bit foggy and cold -but a course mateys 'avin sailed within both the arctic and antarctic circles this was quite a mild day only around 32 degrees Fahrenheit certainly not brass monkeys weather I can tell 'ee. (A bit more on brass monkeys here.)

Har! I fine lookin' tavern! Just the place for a thirsty sailor to be a refreshin' imself with a glass of dark rum! Sad to say mateys we were a moorin up here so that our fine shipmate B could embark as he a be workin in there. I must ask him sometime to provide some of that lovely dark nectar from the West Indies.