Whiffs and Pongs!
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When I first started sailing, it was in Gosport and the aroma of fresh-baked bread would waft over the harbour from the local bakery. Boat would nearly get swamped with saliva. Sheer torture.
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When I first started sailing, it was in Gosport and the aroma of fresh-baked bread would waft over the harbour from the local bakery. Boat would nearly get swamped with saliva. Sheer torture.