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As you look through your lens this week, pay attention to lines.
The word Lines holds so many meanings. It even evokes memories from my schooling so long ago.
Write twenty lines said the French school teacher. “The capital of France is Paris not the School Rugby pitch”. And stop looking out of the window.
Now, if the French teacher had said “You will need to learn French because one day you will live on a yacht in French Polynesia” my attention would have snapped back to the classroom, in an instant. My French never did improve.
So here I am attached to a mooring buoy looking through my camera lens at lines.
Lines are everywhere on yachts. Something has to hold the mast up. It’s known as the rigging.
Using a line, you can drop the hook or pick up a mooring ball in exotic locations and be at one with nature.
Colour changes depict the depth contour lines in the lagoon.
And then there’s the line of breaking surf over the reef.
Natural lines. Where sea meets sand, coconut trees, sky and clouds.
The clouds form lines.
Note the rugged outline of the island terrain forming lines in the sky.
When you look around, you find lines everywhere.
Meet “Smack”. I think Smack is a male Yellow Box fish. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_boxfish
But I’m not an expert and am happy to be corrected.
Every morning we hear a loud smack noise alongside our yacht and know that Smack is having breakfast. Some unsuspecting crustacean has become a tasty meal.
He’s quite an extrovert and swims to the surface when we stand on the swim deck or jump ashore.
His small mouth is deceptive, judging by the amount of green weed which he chomps off our lines in search of creatures.
I think he prefers the meaty bits to the green stuff.
He looks as though he’s whistling.
Smack has a buddy, a larger, shy fish, who disappears when rumbled . I’m not sure if it’s Mrs Smack.
On board Shiraz, I’m sipping tea in the cockpit and wave at my reflection in a large mirror window on the super yacht opposite.
It reminds me of a mirror, mirror joke cracked by a school friend. The joke had something to do with a man being granted his third wish and his legs dropped off.
I expect there are many young adults who wish they could be employed on a super yacht. Imagine the kudos of successfully being selected as one of the crew.
Kitted out with a new set of deck clothes emblazoned with the super yacht logo, you are ready to start work. I can only imagine the reaction when directed to the cleaners cupboard, with instructions to clean the deck, then polish the topsides.
For someone whose bedroom has never been tidied, this could be a bit of a challenge and not quite what they had in mind.
When a ship’s chronometer stops and the lines grow green, you have stepped into a Tahitian paradise.