SAILIN' ON!

I was sitting on the veranda of the Metung pub one fine day, (actually one of many, many fine days as it’s one of my favourite ‘offices’), overlooking the lakes of East Gippsland and sipping from a chilled glass of cool white wine as I was tapping away on my laptop, when I spotted a magnificent yacht appearing around the distant point away to my right with all her sails raised and filled by a gentle eastbound sea-breeze that carried her along gently with it.

She was the very picture of serenity and peace as she skimmed across the waves following the wind until, seemingly out of nowhere, a powerful gust of wind hit her amidships causing her to keel over so far that the starboard rail went under and the tip of the mast kissed the water. I reached for my mobile phone to call the coastguard as she lay there for some time. The gust suddenly stopped just before I made the call and it was with great relief that I watched the yacht rise majestically out of the water until she was upright, caught the eastbound wind and began skimming across the waves once more.

The dark side of my mind wondered if the fish below the yacht had enjoyed the sudden addition of Chardonnay and sauvignon-Blanc to their watery world that would have spilled overboard from the glasses and open bottles of the ‘Crew Members’ aboard. My cynical suspicions may have been justified, (I thought to myself), when I noticed her changing course and starting to skim across the waves towards the Metung jetty which was between the water and the pub. This jetty provided easy access to food, Chardonnay, Sauvignon-blanc, etc., for the replenishment of supplies to a yacht.

I watched as the yacht eased up to the jetty and was made fast to the dock by two crewmen who then jumped onto the jetty and marched along it towards the stores where said yachting provisions could be purchased. I noticed the remainder of the sodden ‘crew’ standing on the deck or sitting on available bits of superstructure with water still cascading off them and onto the deck, and still holding their now empty glasses in hand.

It’s a hard life being a rich sailor-man/-woman/-person/-LGBTIQ/- or whatever!

( I guess!)