Saturday 17th September
Wooden Jumbo boats sailing in the bay
Through the waves, making spray
Watching them as they drift away.
It’s five hundred and fifty five days
I’m looking back on our yesterdays
Dreaming of sailing over waterways.
Missing you, my Angel
Love you forever
xxxxxx
The Barnabus, flying the Cornish flag
Very low tide in the harbour
A couple of hours later, and the sea has come in
Another wooden sail boat is making ready
More lug rigged vessels moving out into the bay
Peaceful afternoon on the water
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 