Not waving, but drowning, was my somewhat flippant post title, to refer to the fact my blog lies untended and unloved as I am slowly being swamped in a sea of post holiday catch-up and crashing waves of exiting builders mess and debris. But having read the poem from whence the expression came. I retract being so flippant. Instead I’ll throw this post a life-buoy, and fire a flare to guide you to my next post about the open day at Salcombe Lifeboat Station.
My domestic storm doesn’t warrant a pan-pan, let alone a May Day call, I just need to row harder and bail faster. Simple
Oniros, a Watson class lifeboat built in 1938; in Salcombe harbour for the open day.
Uphilldowndale 
August 18, 2010 at 9:08 pm
oh no, keep on rowing, i feel sure you will get there soon – love the pics! sara 🙂
August 20, 2010 at 3:00 am
Don’t wear yourself out. Row a bit, then bail while you take a breather! We’ll keep a light in the window for you. . . .
August 20, 2010 at 3:53 pm
So good to remind yourself that you’ll get thru this. Keep rowing!!! Love the image!
August 20, 2010 at 8:51 pm
It is, however, always good to have someone toss you a towline even if you’re not, strictly speaking, drowning.
I hadn’t read the poem before. It’s a good ‘un.
August 23, 2010 at 12:24 pm
Sounds like you felt like I did the week after I got back from our holiday – more worn out than before you went. It was worth it though, as I’m sure it was for you. Salcombe looks lovely. I hope to get to know Devon better in the near future, when my sister moves there.