02 March 2012 | Tunisia
I'm flying back to France tomorrow for a short break and to catch up with Rowdy and her winter maintenance program. I have one or two bits and pieces to buy, but I especially want to eat alot of pork! I didn't realise that a human being raised in Ireland could actually suffer from withdrawal symptoms of the porcine type but I have proved it is possible and am looking forward to tucking into a large plate of bangers and mash!
Weeks end sees the air thick with sawdust and the floor carpeted with a deep and luxuriant layer of oak shavings as the boys continue churning out new pieces of boat. Even Salvatore rolled up his sleeves and grinned as he carressed the wood with the plane, shaping the two pieces of noble wood to become united in the perfect scarf. Impressive.
Right then, I'm off to pack my bags. More next week.