Ooh, You Make my Motor Run, my Motor Run.

As I have mentioned many times over the last five years or nearly, Japan is a delightful place to live. One thing that builds the edifice of wellbeing is the public holidays. We are in the middle of a 5 day bliss-out named Silver Week. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are like for enjoyment.

I enjoy – especially today.

I sail the mighty Scaffie up the coast. As usual, this starts as a little excursion to potter around the lagoon some and then come home. However, happiness in high concentration breaks through and I keep going. I race past Cape Maeda and set off for Motobu. The wind is fresh, which the Scaffie likes. She is a strong person and is at her best when there is a little bit of a challenge.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four?

After an a couple of hours I am  way up the coast. The flying fish are flying, the sun is sunning in a nice slightly ‘Ode to Autumn’ way. It is warm not hot by Okinawan standards, so about 28 degrees, which is is, due to lack of humidity, like perfect.

The wind is coming offshore and the Scaffie revels. However when we get further North the wind dies and we bumble about 5 kilometres off the coast. It is very still, so  I decide that meterogically  the best thing is to go about and head home. Probably the wrong decision as I now think we were just in the wind shadow of big hills on the island and had we continued the wind would have freshened. The importance of local knowledge.

You don't need a silver fork to eat good food.

You don’t need a silver fork to eat good food.

All the way home my mind is full of a song by The Knack. Sung in I think 1989, this is the high point of Pop, or so it seemed as the flying fish flew.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1T71PGd-J0   Is this the best love poem ever?

The Scaffie is the best boat.

Here is a poor video; Happy Birthday Rosy!

https://youtu.be/lpSNF8gHT6Y

I worry about the Blossoms.

Once tied up I go to look at stuff.

Go Scotland!

Go Scotland!

Feet Scotland !

Feet Scotland !

Whiskered Tern over tarot

Whiskered Tern over tarot

Scottish Greenshanks

Scottish Greenshanks

MacCattle Egret

MacCattle Egret

Osprey

Osprey

What a great day! I go home and cook.

The boy stood on the burning deck.

The boy stood on the burning deck.

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