“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” In this case perhaps the title should have been ‘with’ instead of ‘in’. This quote by Ratty to Mole in the novel ‘The Wind in the Willows’ echos my own thoughts about […]
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I photographed Miros here in the idyllic Sultana Bay of Edithburgh two years ago. At the time it looked a little run down but still quite serviceable. Two years later she does not seemed to have moved. Moreover the amount of guano cementing the base of the jib suggests that Miro’s current seafowl residents have […]
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It’s late and the choppy seas are just a lingering tell of the heady afternoon sea breeze now gone. No point in having sail up anymore, it will just slow us down. It’s motoring from here, and another diesel homecoming.
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For a brief respite between the unseasonable cold, wind and rain, the waters of Outer Harbour had become still enough for reflections to appear. By chance I just happen to be here.
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Louey and I go way back. I’ve lost count of the years he’s been there waiting patiently in the shallows each time I come back to Edithburgh. Sometime he’s sitting high and dry on the low tide sandy bay. Sometimes he’s rocking gently to and fro. And sometime, as I imagine him to night, he’s […]
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