After several months of boat reconstructactivity, summer has hit like sticking your head in an oven and we are in the full swing of charter season. After getting down to our last 100 euros and being ever so slightly worried that the dream was exactly that (again), we picked up 6 charters in 2 weeks! Hooray! Bookings are coming in, the website seems to be getting some hits via search engines and everyone who comes out with us is having a gay old time. It is the best job either of us can imagine and yet again, we’ve made new friends in the process (which included being taken out for a civilised meal last night which somehow culminated in the demolishing of a litre of Black Label Smirnoff between four of us and getting in at 5am – rock n roll).
June is getting busy with visits from James and Lucie (our very first charterers and winter landlords) who we owe several days sailing, the Nurses paying their third visit and my mum and Richard, paying their third visit also. I’ve also had a random email from Sam Pink Hair, who reckons she’s en route to Monte on her bike. Crazy girl. I’ll eat my battered sunhat if she makes it. With chips.