Rain

When I was a child, my father had a N12 racing dinghy called Rain, which was a good name for her, as whenever I was dragged out to crew, during the winter racing season, it was certainly raining. During the summer, she was parked, (and I use the word advisably as I am pretty sure she was on a trailer), in Shoreham, from whence we would sail off to the sea; I loved it. No sitting about in the rain and cold waiting for a whisper of wind to fill the sails; little going about, crashing about or falling into the freezing Thames, which in those days was filthy - and the sun shone. Maybe we only sailed when the sun shone, but I do remember lovely sparkling days, out from this river, through the harbour, and along the coast.

Today it was raining. In fact it poured all day, making photography really difficult, but the memories were there, just as they have been through most of the photographs I have taken recently, while indulging in a little nostalgia.