Smell of bread

Saturday 04 June Saturday was another day in paradise. Blue sky, no wind and no swell. But not all was well in paradise! As everyone took their morning turn at emptying their bowels, the odour increased to fill Imagine. Jack and Toni kayaked to shore and Liz swam. They went for a walk and explored more of the island while Andrew tended to the smell coming from the toilet and holding tank.
By the time everyone returned Andrew had replaced the air breather filter which was causing the problem.
We thought it would be rude not to attend the sundowners with the other boaties, so off to shore with more wine, sausages and a freshly baked loaf of bread.
Once again we fired up the fire pit and the bbq for the sausages as other boaties arrived. This time as the wine and tales flowed and we made our sausage sandwiches we noticed the others started drooling over the smell of fresh bread. We thought it was prudent the we offer a slice to the others before we were attacked.
Being Saturday night we stayed up and partied and this time were the last to leave at the late hour of 8.30pm. We boaties really know how to party.

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