Across the Atlantic

It is a very long time since I have written and unsurprisingly my flow has been stopped, blocked,dried up, the appeal to continue to write my yachting stories has left me and I am not sure were to go form here.

Since leaving you stranded  in the story in Gibralter, I have been to work in St Emilion back to England and home again. My father has died and we have had his funeral. A very splendid send off it was too.

The weather here is wet and miserable and I am looking forward to some sunny days.

So how do I get back into the story. Here I am surrounded by bleak grey skies and relentless rain fall, my studio or what comprises of my studio has flooded and the mice have decided to use it as their home base, my paintings are covered in mice poo, and all the furniture is wet and dank. What a pretty picture I paint.

I am inside, in the warmth, I am lucky, the fire is burning and the dogs and snoring, curried pumkin soup is on the boil ready for lunch. I have time on my hands. I have finished the dreaded accounts for the accountant, they are bound to be all wrong they are every year. And apart from general house hold duties like ironing, cleaning hoovering etc, I have a gap in my day. As I constantly bemoan the fact that I have no time to be creative. Here it is, here is the time, an afternoon all for me. The trouble is it is hard to switch it on and off, it has been off for so long, I wonder where and how I can find it.

Going back in time is not that easy either, Gibralter, Fish and chips, beer and pubs wet weather and a joy to leave. I cannot remember much about the journey from Gibralter to the Canaries, not much about the Canaries apart from stocking up for the next two weeks before arrriving in Antigua. I liked being at sea, I liked leaving my life behind me, I liked leaving a place and knowing that I was far from anywhere. Ooh la la some memories have just come back in.

The Stop off in Casablanca and the fresh water mistake.

 

Comments

[elliebaker@aol.com]

Love you xxxx

[tania@mykitchenstories.com.au]

Those stories sometimes just dont want to come back do they. You know you were there but what else happened ?
Sorry to here about your Dad

[Charlie]

Love you xx

[Julianna]

I found your blog through French Word a Day. Please continue to write. I am a writer as well and went through several years of "writer's block" myself. I have found that writing is a gift which never really leaves and can help when you are feeling all "at sea," as it were.

I lost my Dad in 2004, and it is a hurt that never quite leaves you, but your father lives on through you and in your heart for always. I have bookmarked your site and will check back for future posts.