Lifesaver Dippy at the helm.

A chilly easterly wind first light to fall in line with blackthorn winter, the hedgerows are now adorned with the most spectacular blossom.
I spent most of my day lying on my back scraping barnacles from the hull of a small fishing boat (more to come from this story).
A saunter along the shore at low tide provided ample opportunity for Dippy to exercise his body and mind, he’s thinking of changing career paths as the sheep here simply run when they see a dog! It seems that shepherding around here requires a motorised version to tend to the flocks.
A lovely evening with friends and an opportunity to discuss some possible solutions for a change of scenery in the near future.
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