Is it such a small world?

Monday 12 September

I sailed under gennaker up the Solent, busy with commercial traffic as usual, into Portsmouth Harbour and my old home at Royal Clarence Marina.  Surely I haven’t been around the world already, to be home so soon?  Mate tackled the laundry in the most frustrating machine yet: it eats coins randomly while the counter, supposed to indicate the amount of time left for the money inserted, just runs of its own accord.  The only way to complete a cycle is to sit and watch both displays, and if the time left on the machine is more than the money box has available, insert more coins…which it then might not actually need.  She was pleased the weather looked good enough to hang the washing to dry on the line all round my decks, although I’m not sure it does much to improve my good looks.