I’m eight days into this Fareham sit, and eight days from leaving the sit and heading to Puerto Mazarrón in Southern Spain for sunnier sits and Spanish life.
The Spinnaker Tower and outlet shopping are built on the site of HMS Vernon, which was the home of the 2nd Mine Cosstal Measures Squadron ships. I served two years there on HMS Hubberston. A small boat that we cleared the Suez Canal on in 1974 (after the Egypt/Israel six day war.
Nice to visit the old base and enjoy a meal and few drinks with Terry and Tina there. The local pubs have a special charm, and Terry won the attention of a dress wearing old Chief Stoker in the Park Tavern. Tina was quickly back to to claim her man (with a nice new Micheal Korrs bag – Terry spoils the lass)
Back at the sit, Phoebe has been enjoying two walks a day and a new ball for the park. It’s a well laid out dog walking area, dog dirt bins in every corner. So far Phoebe has shit on the way to the park and after leaving. It seems wide open convenient spots don’t have the thrill of mid-way crossing the road shits, or on the manicured verges lining lovely homes.
Nearly eight weeks away from Spain that I’d promised myself and my Intercambio senora I’d work on the lingo and I have not done too well. Prisci may be disappointed in my progress, but it does mean we have to spend more time intercambio’ing – silver lining for me. Maybe I can cram a few phrases in on the Portsmouth/Santander Ferry.
The rain has stopped my hammock hours with a book (and Spanish exercise books). Also messed up my hope to get some Stand-Up-Paddle Boarding in.