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Surprisingly, a rather upmarket marina in East Cowes finally took pity on us, inviting us to moor up in the exposed section of the dinghy park (which nobody else used because it dried out). We gratefully accepted. Once we were moored up, I happily bounced along the pontoons towards the office to thank them and pay our dues. I smiled at a lady emerging from a floating gin palace. She was wearing the standard gear for 'Lady Cowes' - smart tailor made trousers, brand new deck shoes, and a pristine white shirt with a blue anchor embroidered on the pocket and a navy and white neck scarf. She was further decorated by heavy gold jewellery, a large diamond ring and an inch of makeup. Her hair was beautifully coiffured and set solid in a short wavy style. |
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My mind flashed back to my 'rest room' facilities when at sea on Kwahu i.e. a bucket. The good old traditional seafarers method of "bucket and chuck-it". Much to the consternation of 'Lady Cowes', I started to giggle at the comparison. She nervously looked over her shoulder and scrambled to the safety of the gin-palace and her fellow cronies. |