Reassurance
It’s then that I am grateful that I have inherited my Grandfather’s sea legs. I know that I shall not get seasick. I have crossed the Irish Sea many times in rough seas.
I am a bit worried about my car … what if it moves? What if another car moves. And crashes into it? I tell the bar man.
“Don’t worry, mate, they chain each car individually to the car deck before we leave.”
Good! One more drink then bed.
Rear up, Shudder as the propellers come out of the water … over and down CRASH into the trough.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt 11 months ago
Oops! I nearly brought up my breakfast🤢
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Richard Hunt 11 months ago
Grandad Hunt did assure me that he had sailor’s sea legs, and I certainly do, I’ve never been or felt sick in a rough sea. He had a yacht, of course, in Bridlington Harbour (named, oddly, Jarmany) and used to sail it in the roughest of North seas. Reckless, I would say. Wreckless, he would say.
