“And all I ask is a tall ship, and the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and white sail’s breaking….”
Another day in lockdown begins. A moment of distraction, if I may…
4 days of Easter! Yay! I’m not going to open a newspaper, I’ll try to ignore the news, and dish emails about coronavirus. I’m going to focus on three of us here in the house, anticipate She-Who-Is-Mrs-Blain’s marvellous cooking, while she continues her efforts to teach No1 Son, Jack to cook. While his sister starves up in London, he is getting good. Last night’s mushroom pasta was superb.
The downside is I can’t go sailing – which is beginning to become an issue… I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax…… Instead I am compiling a viewing plan of great Sailing Films. It my way of coping..
It started last night with Maiden, a wonderful tale how a young lady, Tracey Edwards, got peeved at Girls being denied the opportunity to race around the World. She formed her own crew of girls, restored an old yacht, and did very well, confounding critics who didn’t think a crew of girls would even get out the Solent. Practical Feminism! It’s well worth the watch – and I most strongly recommend it to all my City Female Friends for inspiration, and to everyone else, even if you don’t care a fig for boats.
Tonight, I am scheduling Wind, possibly the worst and best sailing film of all time.. Bring out the Whomper!
When they come to make the film of this crisis, it will quickly become apparent the Virus is just the McGuffin, the plot device behind the most massive economic calamity of all time.
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