The skies are still grey, the days often damp,

but the hope and optimism is growing, the feelings beginning to ramp.

My dad here last week, helping to master the keel,

now dry hopefully patched, I’m starting to feel

the days are getting brighter, both the skies and within –

heart, mind and soul; the doubt starting to thin.

More social occasions, more change, new experience ahead,

The Lakes, further south, then Portugal – I hope with the wind in our sails,

(for once not metaphorical). Here’s hoping our plan prevails!