The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
We have pages and pages from this crossing alone. On passage, it was fun to read each other’s notes from the night watches to complete the picture of what was happening. Also, I refer back to the logbook all the time, even for creating notes on this blog. I take pictures of it periodically, just in case of water ingress.
yay, old school!
We have pages and pages from this crossing alone. On passage, it was fun to read each other’s notes from the night watches to complete the picture of what was happening. Also, I refer back to the logbook all the time, even for creating notes on this blog. I take pictures of it periodically, just in case of water ingress.