Sunday, June 9, 2013
Me: Lets go walk on the beach! Bruce: OK!
He's always so agreeable... The winds in the marina seemed light, but when we got to the Jetties we found a different scenario. I think if we would have stood still for a few minutes, we could be SAND DUNES!
The predators weren't only in the water. Those poor little bottom-of-the-food chain guys got it from all angles.
Today was no different... I got a great little purple sand shovel with hardly a scratch on it! SCORE! But our big treasure today was this!
Bruce picked up a green bottle... no, there was not a message inside. At least not yet! I'm saving it for our departure. I'll put a message inside that tells the finder of the day we set sail on our Cruising adventure... but I digress.
Geo. G. Sandeman Sons & Co.
I find that Mr. Sandeman did indeed begin making his Port wine in 1790. I don't know that I've ever tasted "The Englishman's Wine", but now, I just might make myself a batch.
Maybe I'll sit on the deck and think about my bottle and where it might have come from. The Port is made in the UK... maybe my bottle floated from there. Maybe some day it will make it's way back there with our note inside...