After The Hangover.

Had a tad too much last night around the various harbour watering holes. Found my way back to the car, got the blanket out and headed off towards a sandy grassy knoll for the duration. When i woke up, had not got a clue who i was or where I was. Wonderful.
Moonfleet was out early from Portland, a Gaff Cutter built in 1930. In extras, George 111, loved his hols in the town. The dogs get their seaside treat and the ladies pulling away.