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Here is a little bloke in a little boat down at Kingston Beach the other weekend. Normally, such little boats are confined to in-shore racing, but I am currently training Henry up to be the world's youngest solo global circumnavigation in one of these babies!

Time for Sunday Top Five!

Today, I am featuring my Top Five Charlie and Lola Books!
5: I Will Not Ever Never Eat a Tomato

4: I Completely Know About Guinea Pigs

3: I Can Do Anything That's Everything All on My Own

2: Look After Your Planet

1: I've Won, No I've Won, No I've Won!
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Carola said…
Looks like an "Optimist" sailboat. The best boats for kids to learn how to sail a boat. My son sailed one of these - on a lake. But you know we did a circumnavigation in a 21 ft boat, of course not non- stop.
Yes, Henry will break the record.
Greetings from Cartagena, Colombia.
6 December 2009 at 10:39
Carola said…
A book you may like:
If You Give a Moose a Muffin
Have you ever dreamt about writing a childrens book?
6 December 2009 at 14:54
Roddy said…
I don't know where you get your imagination. Henry in a boat? Alone? Never!
6 December 2009 at 19:49
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I've not the stomach for such little craft. I like something bigger!
8 December 2009 at 10:17
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I have written two!

In actual fact, I am in the process of writing another one right now.
8 December 2009 at 10:17
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