This first pic is of a guy contemplating his inverted naval (sic) on the cat on the left while a MUCH larger cat was bearing down on him. The yogi managed to maintain his equanimity much better that I would have in the same situation. Then again, I don't stand on my head
The big cat was being driven by Mrs Admiral and the Captain
had his back to the unfolding drama. This is the moment when he finishes pulling up the main, looks around and realises that they are coming VERY Cclose to the smaller cat. The Admiral meanwhile is only following the Captain's last order "Just head
straight into the wind
OR MAYBE it was a yoga sailing convention and all was cool.
What will be, will be, grasshopper."
The last two pics show an attack by a PINK landing craft on my boat when we anchored in the river off "The Town of 1770" (cute name) in north Qld, OZ.
As you can see it was low tide and the punters had paid for a scenic cruise
which included hurtling over the edge of the sandbank onto the top of a poor yachtie having a quiet cold beer
What exciting things have happened to you guys when ou have been minding your own business sitting at anchor