The farm was looking like a weed jungle, so I had it rotor-tilled.
Yes, I know, this is supposed to be a sailing blog, a boat blog, an adventure blog, anything but a farm blog!
What can you do, I'm just a farm boy who's got this thing about sailboats and adventure. At least the farm is 200 m from the ocean, so close I can hear the waves rumbling on the beach and smell the salt.
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| The last of the walnut trees casting a shadow |
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Grape vines, fig trees and cane hedges
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Made a gruesome discovery. A bloated rotting dog floating in the water well. Good thing it wasn't a human body.
Just in case you suspect I've become a landlubber here is a picture of Jakatar off the coast of Peniche.
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| LIFE...is all I can think to say |
That's enough daydreaming, I've got a huge translation to finish. If you want real excitement check out Pete's adventures of getting his first boat on the water
https://sailingzootallures.wordpress.com/. For those who haven't experienced giving birth to a boat, there's just no way to explain it.
Adios for now from the stationary boat slave
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