tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post9147150433167333109..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: Adventures without adults by Julia JonesKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-71786170879840217182018-08-25T02:41:47.552+01:002018-08-25T02:41:47.552+01:00Not a sailor but love your books and this piece. A...Not a sailor but love your books and this piece. And harking back: Capt John would be right at home in this environment as the elder. And Roger as the younger! Susan too much the mother and in between. And Titty the scribe. sfin1000https://www.blogger.com/profile/17853394509004017451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-92073908960689688832018-08-09T18:51:32.944+01:002018-08-09T18:51:32.944+01:00I was never a cadet or a boy scout, but your post ...I was never a cadet or a boy scout, but your post evokes memories of many adult-free childhood adventures with a troublemaking pal or two - or none, getting into situations that would have made our parents' hair stand on end, then fall out. Umberto Tosihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04939504157464234443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-22813135225977453962018-08-09T14:22:08.317+01:002018-08-09T14:22:08.317+01:00My reaction mirrors Jan's - not that I ever ha...My reaction mirrors Jan's - not that I ever had a Cadet, but I spent a bit of yesterday longing to have my old boat back and looking at a few of them for sale on ebay. My dinghy days are long gone, however, (and, sadly, I don't think I'm shrinking as fast you suggest I should, being a member of the wrinkly brigade). No, for a long time, my discussions about jib sizes and sail trimmings have been conducted sitting comfortably at a mooring with room to stretch legs and arms and a hull stable enough for me not to spill a gin and tonic. But I so enjoyed this post. Thank you Julia. More please.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-22109357982961263932018-08-09T10:36:02.304+01:002018-08-09T10:36:02.304+01:00Oh yes! More lovely stories coming!Oh yes! More lovely stories coming!Sandra Hornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01761260568729338471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-61777762309825859202018-08-09T10:22:46.890+01:002018-08-09T10:22:46.890+01:00Julia, the nearest I've ever come to sailing i...Julia, the nearest I've ever come to sailing is a bit of makerel fishing in Lyme Bay but I thoroughly enjoyed this. You can't beat peer-to-peer learning - as many self-publishing authors can attest!Susan Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07738737493756183909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-55635759467784391002018-08-09T09:43:50.799+01:002018-08-09T09:43:50.799+01:00Oh memories, memories! I don't recall the Cade...Oh memories, memories! I don't recall the Cadet I sailed in even had a name, but oh boy, the fun, the fun! As to rules and regs, I don't think in all my years I've ever raced a boat - too idle to be competitive, then, now and forever. I would have loved the idea of a bit of kissing afterwards, though. What would Jack Ashdown have said! I sailed my Winkle Brig Badsox in Langstone Harbour last week, but sadly hit the South Coast curse - no wind. Lovely piece, Jul. Get that novel on the stocks!Jan Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823078224282953782noreply@blogger.com