June 26, 2012
Got in…sorted…tied up and had an ice cold beer. (That is the Luxury
of the fridge – and having motored for 4 hours!)
My hands are/were SO SORE that I had to open the can with a spoon.
WORSE is to come.
You see, one of the simple pleasures I have found in life is to be able
to squeeze and crush an aluminium can after emptying it.
It’s that feeling of “strength,manliness,control and General Oafishness
It’s also the RELIEF that I can actually crush the can as I couldn’t
when they were genuine, early days iron things. That used to be an “oof,
grunt” exercise as others around the campfire would make cattle type
grunts – crush the cans- and throw them over the shoulder…..well, I
THNK they did that!
So after the demolition of sailing and rope coiling, pulling and General
Abuse…I had to leave the cans intact and whole, albeit empty, on the sink.
A very low moment and signalling “almost defeat!”
But I crushed them in the morning with a bounce-back Act of Vengeance…
and had a laugh about it.