I have to admit that it’s been “vacation sailing” for a few days now… Great blue sky and sun finally! All sails out and hatches open to air out and dry. First proper naked shower in the cockpit with a bucket of fresh water that has heated up in the sun all day, shampoo, etc. Luxury indeed! However, time seems to be stretching a bit long but it’s always the same: no matter the length, the last weeks always seem the longest. This was to be expected…
We therefore observe a distortion of time which, according to the law of General Relativity, is measured in chocolate bars and packets of consumed cakes (but I won’t go back on this, you know me). In the case of these past few days, space-time is very, very curved because chocolate disappears at the speed… OF LIGHT of course (pay a little attention to what you’re told at the back of the class!)
In another line of thought, my friend Pierre-Jean – who is in charge of publishing these news and transmitting ALL your comments to me (and do continue, I read them all and it’s great for me) – Pierre-Jean therefore, I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by myself again, recently asked me if I could smell the barnyard…
If you are like us old boarding school residents, you know exactly what he means. I have to admit that it has smelled like the barn for several weeks now. I would even add that it also smells haphazardly like sheepfold, menagerie, and even like a doghouse on a Sunday evening in Autumn…
Well, I’ll be a good sport and spare you this time the lesson about measuring time according to an olfactory scale. To be honest, it’s not really used outside of boys’ boarding schools for obvious reasons of subjectivity.
Kisses to everybody…
Captain Philippe
