Back in November we bid a sad
farewell to Icicle Sara, and now - after an epic 3-week crossing of the Atlantic in force 8-9 gales followed by a jolly long rest in Barbados - our chief mischief-maker is back, looking for all the world like Polly Pocket with her new hairdo:
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From Barbados to Brockwell in the blink of an Icicle |
Over the past 6 weeks we've had to endure communications from Sara containing pics such as this:
And this:
While only being able to respond with material such as this:
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Jack of all trades |
For her first swim back, Sara looked slightly startled come end of length two, but soon mastered the situation for a respectable swim in 7-degree waters. Wot a gal.
To celebrate her safe return I made a pistachio cake, of which I was rather proud:
We scarfed it down in the cafe while Sara regaled us with tales of whales, night watches and cabin boys.
Cheers cheers cheers for Sara - the naughtiest Icicle was bound to be naughticle.
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