Travels

You all know that Susan and I do quite a lot of travelling, take today for an example, we drove to Ferndown and had breakfast at a Garden centre and then we are off to the Middle Smiths in Westbourne this afternoon. This is all very well but when Michael talks about travel, he tends to speak about countries not towns. 

‘What are your plans for the next few months?’ Susan asked Michael last time we chatted.

‘Hoping to go to New Zealand soon and then maybe Sri Lanka.’ Sounds better then Ferndown and Westbourne but then he still needs to see Europe when he gets back. Copenhagen, Brussels, Paris, the list goes on, I wonder if he will ever settle down.

I am in Caffe Nero just enjoying a coffee before shopping for dinner. Must admit the coffee has a definite superiority over the run of the mill coffee shops. Sandbanks used to have a good coffee as well, but through budget restraints and a greedy owner they are steadily going backwards. Pity as they pay a nominal rent to the council and should be offering a good service.

Did you see the story of the teenager who survived for just under two months on a floating fishing hut? It really s a floating hut, no engines or anything. Story goes he looks after this floating fishing hut out at sea, off Indonesian coast. Rough seas and the hut's anchor broke and he ended up near Guam. That is a long way, took him 49 days and then he was spotted by a cargo vessel and taken to Japan. They flew him home and he seems to be fine. The floating hut is actually called a Rompong, described as a floating fish trap without paddles or engine.

Now the classic expression we have in the UK is: do not try this at home, not even with adult supervision. Be like the blind leading the blind. I can just see some idiot taking his garden shed and securing it to a couple of drums and heading to France for cheap fags.

All for now.