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.
Wednesday, 16 December 2020
Yesterday evening. If dogs could talk, I think she'd be saying leave the damned guitars alone and pay some attention to me please.
It's not as if she doesn't get plenty of attention. But attention seeking is their speciality. I don't know who they get it from.