A journal of my sailing, my dogs, my band. I can promise photos, but not consistency; as far as subject matter goes I'm a bit of a nomad, so can at times drift about the place with seeming abandon.
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Just come in off the water and a squall hits. Perfect timing for a change.
About F5 and very chill. Just about beginning to feel my feet again, and it's not especially pleasant.