The Hope Pier

This is where the ferry from Gills Bay comes into.  The passengers would have had a calm crossing today, hardly a breath of wind, another beautiful summer's day.  This is going to be a year that is spoken of for years to come, like 1976, when I was working on a dairy farm in Essex in the blistering heat!

I was at a meeting in St Margaret's Hope in the morning, dashed home to walk Ollie and Scratch, have lunch and get changed and dashed back to The Hope for my session in the craft shop.  Two French families, several Americans and a New Zealand woman whom I mistakenly thought was Australian.  Not a good thing to do.  It's on a par with thinking a Canadian accent is American . . . !  You have to extricate yourself without digging yourself further into the mire!