Sailboat Fever. It's like the herpes of recreation.

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It never really goes away; it lies dormant, sometimes you forget about it until it comes back and fucks with you.

Maybe that's a bad analogy, but I did catch the gift that keeps on giving from a girl who was an honest to god sailmaker, but I had boat fever long before that.

I'll come back to the origins of my sailboat fever later but the most recent case was brought on by buying a book for the mm at the recommendation of my local brick and mortar book-pusher. (The first one's not free, but spend a hundred bucks and get ten bucks off your next purchase)

It's one of the Arthur Ransome Swallows and Amazons series, Swallowdale. For those who are neither Brits nor Kelly McDonald fans, it's about a bunch of kids having a summer vacation on a lake and there's small sailboats. One of the families' dads is a sea captain and his kudos get all nautical with it.

I'm on my phone so I'll cap it there for now and I'll upload pictures if I can, until I get fed up with the phone or Tapatalk, whichever happens first.

Here goes picture one.




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