Brothers In Arms

Today is the anniversary of the beginning of fighting in the war. There's a few film crews skulking about, but any local noise is saved for the end of the conflict, on February 14^th. Apparently, geologically, the island came from between Africa and Antarctica, but is moving toward South America at some 2 millimeters each year. Argentina will probably get their hands on it in a few million years.

After a hearty English breakfast, the sun is out in force. But the skyless job of the morning is emptying and scrubbing the bilges. I'm now quite well acquainted with the nooks and crannies of the fifty-five foot Pelagic, and the extent to which they may be deep in brown and or viscous water – mostly condensation from life aboard. Pretty sexy stuff.

There's no cash machine on the island. So Sterling or Falkland Pounds – which are interchangeable and pegged at parity – can only be acquired from the one bank or as cashback at the supermarket. I chose the supermarket and made up my minimum spend from shortbread and the fondly remembered originally Smith's (now Walkers) Salt & Shakes.