LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

The story focuses on three families. The Kinnear's, The Millsap's, and the Owen's. All different. They live very different lifestyles. Albert Kinnear the Librarian, who's parents came from Swindon but live in Pinetree Gardens, his father Jack is an engineer. He is a keen gardener and Pigeon fancier. Albert meets the daughter of Charlie and Elizabeth Millsap. They live on Kenton Road, in a bought property. He also is a pigeon man who has wangled his way into a chairman's job. he is a welder down the docks. No one is good enough for their daughter and they resent the relationship between Laura and Albert. Then there is William Owen(Willick) a roofing builder who lives in Cedarwood Avenue with two son's and a daughter. Alan is a jack the lad; he will sleep with any woman given the chance. Harry the youngest is a joiner and the brains in the family. Evelyn his daughter is twenty five and her father is pushing her to meet a man and get married so he can have grandchildren.

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Rodrique put them up in Alexio’s room whilst Alex slept on the sofa who thought it an honour that they should use his room. David wanted to go to a hotel but Rod would hear nothing of it. The bed was a tight squeeze but they slept none the less.

Marianna made breakfast at six o’clock; they had to say goodbye again and David embraced his friend and his wife. David had given Rod a card with his new address and telephone number on it and said that his son would call him each weekend. Rod had made them a packed lunch which was more like a banquet to take away with them. They hugged their son and told him to make them proud and then they let him go.

They walked to the Mafra and got on board. Michael instructed Cassie on how to sail out of the marina and she did it easily.

Alex and David raised the sails and they headed back to Lisbon. Alex was conversant with sailing having been out many times on his uncle’s boat to catch fish for his father’s restaurant. As a young boy Alex liked to go out at weekends with his uncle who taught him all about fishing. The restaurant sold a wide variety of seafood the demand was great. The fish that they caught had to be fresh as Rodrique would only use the best shell fish, sardines and Cod at the Convento da Cerveja. He enjoyed sailing and his uncle Manos let him steer the boat as the nets were hauled in the reveal the seas bounty. Then when the fish had been sorted it was quickly brought ashore and taken to the restaurants. El Gastronauta was another big restaurant who bought fish from his uncle. Manos made a good living from his catches and he and his two cousin’s had a good laugh diving from the cliffs for tourists who paid them. It was whilst diving with his cousins that he fell fifteen feet breaking his back. His a cousin’s thought him dead. The boat called the (Camarao Albino) “Albino Prawn” carried him back to shore he was immediately flown to hospital in a helicopter. David Brenton was flown out that day to Portugal to perform the operation that required a skilled surgeon. The four hour flight plus sixteen hours that David spent in Surgery left him shattered and upon his return he slept nearly all the way back on the plane. Reports via computer link were sent about his progress. He remembered Alex asking if he was in heaven as he came around after his surgery. That was strange thing to say because the boy’s heart had stopped twice during the surgery and had to be restarted using electro-paddles. He said that he had seen God who told him that he was now healed. And that his servant had saved his life and that now he should spend his life healing the sick.

There was a good prevailing wind in their favour and they were making good time. Cassie pointed at the bow as a small pod of dolphins followed the yacht they seemed to make swimming easy as they just flicked their tails. Even the rise and fall of them as they dived and surfaced was so graceful. The magnificent blue grey colours gleamed in the sun. If David had been a fisherman he would have followed them for they were heading for a shoal of sardines. They had fishing off to a fine art blowing bubbles underneath the massive shoal of fish which was then forced to the surface where they were then picked off by the dolphins and other seabirds. Cassie watched them as they headed south until they slowly vanished from sight.

It took just over an hour and twenty minutes to get back to Lisbon. David made sure the boat was left tidy before stepping ashore. The car was where they had left it and Alex got into the back after placing his small case in the boot along with David’s rucksack. The drive back to Albufeira had a sense of finality for Alex. He was saying goodbye to his country and embarking on a journey that would surely change his life forever. When they reached the hotel they ate the lunch that Rodrique had put up for them on the balcony of the Hotel Topazio. They sat and chatted mostly answering Alex’s questions about England and football which was his passion. 

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