Bandits at 12 o’clock high

~ This Sailing Life

The first problem was getting off the pontoon

But once we’d managed that we set off for a brisk walk round the deserted island.

Next minute the previously still and empty sky is filled with screeching, dive-bombing birds

And as we walked and one group settled, another group started. Luckily I’d brought the boat hook as an emergency horse deterrent, so by holding it vertically like a tour guide’s umbrella the swooping seagulls were kept at a bit of a distance from our heads!

Had they not heard that just yesterday we gave sanctuary to a tired seagull ? So much for animal communication.

Then again I hear seagull’s eggs are a bit of a delicacy in some places and there must have been lots around our feet but we didn’t manage to see any! So it’s salad again tonight 🤨

There was plenty of evidence of what they eat though. It’s like a crab graveyard and you hear the crunching of shells with every step.

There are boats everywhere this morning. It’s like Cowes, so I think we’ll stay put here and wait for everyone to go back to work tomorrow.

I think I’ll have a beer and watch Lynn doing her yoga on the pontoon. Hope the horses don’t attack! They’re sensitive to strange behaviour…

Could these be the clinging jellyfish?

Thats about it. A day of rest but tomorrow another island and possibly a visit over the dyke to see the North Sea!!!

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  1. Hi David and Lynn
    Having been lucky enough to have owned a fabulous 16.2 Thoroughbred called “Rodney”!!! – don’t laugh!!! (His pedigree name was Great Account, a foal from the successful racehorse “Even Money” we can assure you that the art of making friends with the Equine fraternity is to blow gently up their nose!!!! Yes, True!!! 😁😁😁 however – Rob said if all else fails just jump on and go for it!! 😂😂😂😂

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    1. Yeh right!! Their teeth are too big to get anywhere near their nose. Maybe I’ll just saddle one up and go for it YeeeHaaar!! I can imagine the headline. British Tourist trampled to death after blowing up horses nose!

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      3. The whole horse! He was a smasher. He was retired from racing and he became a fabulous horse for normal riding. I had learned to ride as a child but Rob actually learnt to ride on him and we were lucky enough to have the opportunity to buy him when he was ten years old. We had him for five years.

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