In a Bed Not a Bunk
Home, Ringwood North
Wednesday 4 August 2021
After reporting out negative COVID test results (did anyone think they were going to be positive) early this morning we were all free to go – out into the big, wide, dangerous world. No strong winds and treacherous seas … just crazy drivers and all the other risks on the road and that you find on land.
I know it’s very late, but after seeing Sam off – picked up by his dad around mid-day, and then Harm and Matt, who drove off late afternoon – Linda (my ever-helpful ground crew and wife) and I got home around 8:00pm only for me to fall in front of the TV watching the Olympics … Oh yeh, the Olympics are on?!
There is a strange, surreal quality about sleeping in a real bed. A bed that isn’t pitched this way or that. A bed that has more than a metre headroom and where you can’t bang your head, or other parts of your body, as you enter and exit.
It’s been a big day – the ground still has a sense of movement about it … or is it me, I had a hot shower that was a bit longer than the average, but for now I’ll have to let the photos do the talking. Sleep has a way of catching up, taking over and demanding its way.
More tomorrow
Smooth seas, fair breeze and in a bed not a bunk
Rob Latimer
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