Part VII. Riding the blues... (Snowy White)
Music, sunshine and bare feet... Utopia A former boss once said to me that his staff with screen-savers bearing Utopian images of setting suns, beeches or desert islands, were dreamers with no ambition. I learnt a lot from him, but how wrong he was on that occasion... he saw everything very clearly, in either black or white... I arrived back in Cascais last Thursday, much later than I'd originally planned. I'd managed to pick up a stinking cough and cold plus the skipper's arrival was delayed by more than a week; that worked out well for me as it happened. Anyway, it's really good to be back here, still quite warm with fewer tourists - Utopia? Well almost. The music and sunshine are good but not quite bare feet conditions yet. So now I'm installed on the boat with Gunnar, the skipper Grunde and their friend, also from Fredrikstad, Stenar. One Brit with three Norgies. The crew - Me with Stenar, Gunnar and skipper Grunde Last week Gunnar