We have just spent a wonderfully relaxing weekend up in Tilghman Island, on the Chesapeake Bay, where we stayed with our friends Libby (one of Simon's mother's oldest friends), Steve and Charlie the Dog. The weather on Saturday was absolutely perfect and Simon and I joined Steve for the last sail of the season before he shut up his boat for the winter. Although there was hardly any wind, it was spectacularly sunny and great fun just to be out in the fresh air.
We were the only boat out on the water and had the whole, beautiful bay to ourselves. This is my sort of sailing: nothing to do but chat, relax and enjoy the view. The most arduous moment of the entire day was trying to understand why Steve kept referring to a 'boo-ey' in the water. However, once I worked out what he was talking about, I decided I was quite prepared to cope with 'boo-ey' rather than 'boy' in exchange for a wonderful afternoon out on the bay. (After all, if I can deal with 'erbal' rather than 'herbal', and 'rowt' rather than 'route', then 'boo-ey' really shouldn't be a problem. Or have I just been here too long now?!).
Hi Emma, Thanks so much for the message on my blog. I wanted to send you an email but I don't have your address. Could you send me one to [email protected] and we can stay in touch. Sorry to have missed you in DC. I was busier than I thought. Lucy
Posted by: Lucy Lyon | December 05, 2008 at 04:48 PM
Just checking you know it is spelt buoy, don't you??
Posted by: Bex | December 06, 2008 at 08:30 AM
Booey is one of my favourite Americanisms.
Posted by: Marie | December 06, 2008 at 09:22 AM