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I allow myself to be known as a colorful fragment in a drab world.


Look ‘ere at this boat.

She’s a beauty, she is. Love you like your mother, she will.

Actually, you ‘eard of Errol Flynn?

This used to be dear old Errol’s boat. Yeah, Errol loved this boat.

Mind you, he hardly ever used it. Got no miles on the clock.

Lovely boat this boat.

'e was a good man, our Errol. Real diamond geezer.
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Anonymous said…
Ooh that's a real beauty! It must have been fabulous to see all those boats in the one place.
7 February 2009 at 02:55
KL said…
Some lovely boat pictures. And I like this boat very much. There is some sort of romanticism involved with boats, especially boats like these (not those large cruise ships) - my mind starts flying to some unknown places at some unknown time with some unknown thoughts.
7 February 2009 at 03:03
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, especially when I wasn't expecting it!
7 February 2009 at 16:31
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I agree that there is something special about these vessels. They must have been a bit frightening when you think of the Britain to Australia run 200 years ago though!
7 February 2009 at 16:32
Anonymous said…
Can you imagine going out for a drink at the local and waking up on one of these things, on your way to Australia as part of the crew. Talk about deprivation of liberty. No wonder some became pirates.
25 March 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, at least it gave them something to do.
26 March 2009 at 10:42
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