05 October 2012

Blue days

Those who know me, know that I rarely have blue days. but sometimes, a blue day comes to me. And its quite beautiful.
I woke to crashing and banging and the sensation of being on a fair ground ride with the boat slewing around the mooring buoy. A squall was over head. The rigging of all the boats around me squealing.
A magnificent way to start the day. If perhaps a little earlier than planned.

Jayne: a tiny teeny bit worried about rowing ashore and keeping her dapper look, dapper.
Dog: not impressed.

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