Whale ahoy!

OK. So Whale Watching.

If I'd been born a few hundred years ago, and a crowd of 'jolly tars' had press-ganged me to sail the seven seas (or even one or two of them) aboard one of His Majesty's ships, they would have taken note of my greenish hue and chucked me overboard before even leaving harbour. I'm not a great sailor and Anne is even worse. Ginger beer was my saviour but Anne was feeling too bad to do much whale spotting. We saw 4 or 5 of these mammoths. The plume of their breath can be seen for miles and to see them dive, the great fluke tipping out of the water as they head for the depths below is quite moving.

Right, time soon to charge off north again.