Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The rain doth fall

An unusual thing happened this Monday... it rained during our rowing time. That happens so rarely. Sometimes we ignore it and go out anyway. This time the wind picked up and the rain wasn't to our liking so we stayed inside. We tied knots, discussed the winter maintenance schedule and had our normal laughs between sips of tea and delightful snacks. Voski's cookies were too yummy to just have one.


Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Under threatening skies

Oh, joy to see so many gathered together in spite of threatening skies. Many who have been away returned for the day. The luck of the Verite stayed with us for the entire row. Not a drop on our heads. The water was gentle and the wind waited until we turned toward home to make itself known.  The clouds really wanted to rain. Father wind, brother sky were getting very blue in the face. True to form not long after we got in our cars and headed home the rains started.
It's the luck of a Bantry Bay Gig!











Nancy tells the story of traveling to Norway to view the play that was made as a result of her video about Thea Foss. Our very own filmmaker!
Plans are for a special viewing this winter. We just can't wait!
 
 
It was a good day on the water.

 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Sometimes

Sometimes there's great activity in the bay. It is a real treat to watch as the tugs move the grain ships into position - like a week ago.






 
Why not get right out there to see what is going on, right?


 
Well, the next thing we knew the tugs gave a blast on the horn to warn us they were bringing another ship in to the grainery.  Talk about quick work!





However, not too much gets in the way of tea time.

 
Diane tried her hand at coxing.
I think she liked it.

 
Sometime - like this past Monday the weather was grey and it was threatening to rain. 99% of the time it doesn't rain on us. We are just lucky I guess. On days like this we have the waterway all to ourselves.
 

 
There's time and space to read from the Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Some contemplate the albatross.

Some do not.