Can life get any better?
February 21, 2012
Sunday was perfect weather for sailing: blue skies, cotton wool clouds and a fair north westerly that took me and my boat down river with a journalist and photographer from Yachting Monthly.
Good craic, good food, good laughs and good trim all day. This morning we set off, under motor, before dawn to come back to London for a day's rehearsal. The river was flat calm and the early morning sky was breathtaking.
Back for one of my favourite plays, in a part I love, with a company I like so much. How fortunate can a man be? And just to chime with the maritime theme today, there was a really terrific saffrony seafood risotto at lunch with Bruce (MacKinnon - Sir Andrew).
Don't think I've got it completely sorted yet, though. No complacency here. And there will remain so much that we can only find out when we have an audience. But the wind feels fair, the waters calm, the vessel secure, and the crew well up for it, and to it.
Our ships are Shakespearianly yare. Today we ran Twelfth Night, tomorrow we run The Tempest. Thursday or Friday, or maybe both, we run Comedy. A word on our captains - they both so know what they are doing, Nizar and David; our ships feel safe in their hands.
Well these heady metaphors make a change from the bleating 'oh woe is me' of previous blogs, don't they? Are you standing by for a crash of confidence, now?
by Nick Day
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