Election Fever

The fully illustrated version of this blog will, I am afraid, have to be postponed. I am having difficulty in downloading the photos I have taken. However I spent election day becalmed in the middle of the Irish Sea, a wierd experience, a sort of limbo. I entertained myself with George Elliot and bit of fishing, catching two fat mackerel which were filleted, fried and on my lunch plate within 30 minutes of swimming happily about. Hopefully they had no hint of their fate. When the wind did stir, it was a mere zephyr from the north which pushed me very slowly towards Ireland so that I arrived of this village of Ardglass at about midnight. As always in these situations when trying to make sense of the various lights which mark the dog leg channel, I remembered that my colour vision is not very good. "Is that really a green?" I ask myself "or perhaps a white?" Reds usually stand out pretty clearly. When at last I could see an empty berth in the marina in the pale moonlight it was a considerable relief. Parking my old barky is a bit like getting a 40 ton artic into your back garden, I really needed a helping hand on the dock, not to be expected at 1am. Finally tied up safely I felt that I had earned a dram.