Panic ye not, I was the rescuer not the rescued.
While rowing along yesterday evening I was jolted out of my daydreaming when a flying fishlet (he was just a tiddlerette, not even a tiddler) bounced up over the gunwhale, straight into my lap, and off onto the deck. I performed deck-to-sea-repatriation immediately, so I think he’ll be headed back to the Air Corps once he shakes off the headache.
Now striding out down the back straight of this Final Lap in – the ‘100 nauties to the beach’ sign is ready to wave us on later today. And folks, we’re about to head into the 50s, for the final two degrees!
Still mind-boggled. Still excited. Still focussed as a focussed thing.
Outey Toot Toot x