Days like the wind

Never failing, becoming more than expected (that's a half-poetic musing!)
It's getting boring to comment on the creaking mooring ropes and the chilling wind.
We have fine outings despite the unfriendly weather.
Wonderful expeditions to the Parque Serralves, which surrounds an excellent museum of contemporary art.
Our family of five departed, leaving the boat full of happy memories, and Samir and Souaad replaced them, and the boat's language became predominantly French.
Here I am saving Samir from falling into the water (joke!) not pushing him in, which is rather what it looks like...

Time to make lunch now, for David who is toiling in the sun and wind, painting the mast on the shore. Picture coming...