To be remembered is fine
A farming friend of mine
Named a cow after me
It stirs a soft spot in me




Thank You

My sweet neighbor was kind
I thanked his mother for their friendship
Music, laughter linger in our mind
Celebrate life through neighborship



How he acts matters
His heart is not on his sleeve
Words aren’t the issue



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The light captured at its very best.

Chez Louis

We were woken up this morning by the tannoy announcement that we would soon be crossing the arctic circle again, so it was a quick shower followed by a quick rush on to the deck to see us leave the arctic behind. We look all around to try and see the arctic circle but of course we don’t really know what we’re looking for, is there maybe a  big red line, like at the airport when you’re waiting to go through immigration, of course there isn’t, well not that we saw anyway.


After floating by the last couple of snow capped islands within the circle we come to the island, and the globe monument on it, that marks the latitude 66° 33′ 44″ and the ship dutifully sounds it’s horn as we effortlessly move passed on our journey south.



I’m glad that we then decided to make our way straight to breakfast rather than go…

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