Across to The Needles from Mudeford Quay.

Beautiful day today and due to last the weekend , managed to get the friday night ritual of a trip to the sea back on track Tess off walking for a week with girlfriends tomorrow.
Me home alone , will have to put of with going to see the Cherries beating Tranmere with the lads


With yellow bill and beady eye
This spoke, I think, that old grey gull;
And as I watched it Southward fly
Life seemed to be a-sudden dull.
For I have often held this thought -
If I could change this mouldy me,
By heaven! I would choose the lot,
Of all the gypsy birds, to be
A gull that spans the spacious sea