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What preternatural powers, of healing, the human body has! For which Stargazer's skipper has cause to be grateful.

On arrival in Dover, my back went 'out.' With a boat to berth. Doing so, by commandeering a finger, onto which Stargazer would be blown. Held secure by the wind whilst I tottered unsteadily ashore, with her lines. (N.B. The wind has since switched direction. As witnessed by our ensign, in the picture).

On previous occasions, copious application of Ibuprufen gel, followed by continual gentle movement, has proved the best cure. Walking, especially on a gradient, steps or uneven surface, being particularly beneficial. On paths like those of Dover's East Cliff  (which, confusingly, leads ultimately to the South Foreland).

By way of variety, the choice of the steep road, or the even steeper stairway, up to the Castle, is on offer. For physiotherapy with a view.

Just seventy two hours, after my medical hiatus, significant movement is restored, to my back. With care, and further exercise, Stargazer's skipper is likely to be in shape, to take her to sea. Once the gale abates. A marvel, of nature's veiled mysteries.