Dreaming of the Sea

Those that know me know that if I was ever to escape it would not involve the sea, or any form of water for that matter (unless it was frozen and bobbing about in a large glass of Jack Daniels). But this chap was clearly looking at the yacht with something akin to longing.

Slightly grey walk of the Dawg at West Wittering beach - much of which is now in the back of my car.