The Last of the Free

I was down at the harbour, getting the mast lifted, and this gorgeous wooden dinghy came past; there was little wind in the lee of the pier where we'd been toiling away in the sun, but the wind soon took it and we watched as it made its way out to the sea. How I envied them. There's something about a small boat. The companionship and the freedom.
Well, we got the mast off and over to the mast rack. Thanks to Steve and Steve, and Jimmie and Denis.
After some chores (I put a latch on the shed!) I was back down to put it on its new mooring. It really is hard to keep away sometimes. Blue skies and sea and big breaths.