Start Line

Moored on the start line,
racing yachts mill around us
with wind in their sails.



The curving sails
gently cradle
the breeze that blows
our boat along.

Gentle Waves

Sailing in Spain

Gentle waves
lap the shore.
Breeze fills sails, boat

Gentle waves
lap the shore.
Dog swims to fetch

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While in Spain we visited Cambrils where our dauaghter and her partner keep their Hobbycat. We spent the day playing with the boat and thowing sticks for the dog. It was too cold to swim!

These Elfje also appear today on Simply Elfje. You can read them here.

Parallel Universe

Ship in a bottle,
becalmed on a motionless stormy sea,
windless sails billowing with no driving force,
no port will she reach, she has no course.
Ship in a bottle, she’ll never be free,
she’s cursed;
trapped in a parallel universe.


While I was away the birds
almost emptied the feeders,
so I refill them
and watch them feast once more.

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We have been down to our boat for a few days, to prepare it for the winter. We had hoped to take the sails off and bring them home for laundering but with gale force winds we didn’t dare risk unfurling them so they will have to stay there until the New Year now. In our absence the birds have obviously decided they need the supplementary feed I offer!

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