Not Portobello Beach Day 310

I was woken at dawn by a deafening screeching of gulls far louder than anything I ever hear at Portobello. I am 350 miles south of Porty in Gloucester where we are enjoying more quality time with our wee grandson Fyfe and his parents.

This view shows the docks at Gloucester with the shipyard where tall ships are restored repaired and even built new to original specification.

Wimbledon watching on tv. Perfect weather to match the excitement from Centre Court.

I will catch up on everyone's journals soon wifi permitting.