It doesn’t matter where or how. Well, so long there is a working toilet because I can’t pee standing up or in bottles. Oh, and my knees. They creak sometimes, so I wouldn’t want to go up the mast or anything, thank you very much. I can walk, though. Anywhere, if you’d walk with me.
I’d really like to know more about that private beach but that wouldn’t do me any good. Life’s great but fair it seldom is.