A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Woke up this morning, no sore throat, the aching in my lower back had gone and I could breath without the irresistable need to wrack my ribcage with coughing. Manflu be damned and behind me, I'm off for an hour of karate and am now really looking fowards to tonight's gig.
Bit of a shame we're not sailing today. The lake looks lovely . . .