The last few days have been a blast. After the fireworks on 4 July, we picked up Dan Pasette, and sailed to Port Jefferson. This was eventful for two reasons: first, a good run with the kite up. Second, Greg, in the pursuit of journalistic fame, allowed his finger to be bitten by a swan to catch the photo. This is harder than it sounds. I had a go, carefully held out the cracker, waited, but when the giant and angry swan came up, I simply could not overcome the reflex to remove my hand, shriek like a girl and run below. Here is the photo. It'll be with Magnum shortly: you saw it here first.
Dan is holding up a fabulous improvised meal. I won't run through what's in it, but it tasted great despite looking...well, you can draw your own conclusions dear reader.
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