"Sail away with me..."
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| Paradise |
So here I was, in paradise itself, with no agenda, no time
constrictions, no plans, and with almost noone else around. I had snared myself
an (almost deserted) tropical island, complete with palm trees, glorious white
sandy beaches, waters so clear that we could see our anchor six metres below
and smoky mountains floating mysteriously on the horizon. I let Keppel enchant
me. Coming from the land of hope and glory, I was more accustomed to these
sights luring me from magazine pages or TV screens than in real life.
Prosper was the name of
Jim’s boat, in which he hoped to live long and do just that. A 54ft endurance
concrete boat, it was like a floating antique shop, filled with all manner of
treasures. During this period our job was to free it from the little
forget-me-nots left by residing creatures during Jim’s overseas ventures every
winter when he left the boat in the lagoon.
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| Jim |
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| Prosper |
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| Jim and his dog Pebbles; world's happiest dog |
In my head I pretended the
island was mine and swanned freely
through my new home helping Jim care for and appreciate the place. Whoever
chose the colour of sand sea sky and vegetation did a great job. It is like a
recipe for happiness. I launched my hobby of losing hours to watching the way
the sun sparkles on the water, or the way embers flare in a dying fire. Both these sights reminding me of the way city lights from a distance
twinkle on and off… a sight seeming very far from me at that moment.
Being one of the few islands around these parts which is not a national
park meant we were able to make fires on the shore, and enjoy communal
island-dweller sundowners around toasty fires at the end our days.
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| Sundowners |
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