Earlier yesterday, before I took the pic of boats on their sides looking mournful in an empty channel, I went out at dawn in Mike's newly acquired Cornish pilot gig Porthminster.It was still dark as we gathered at a severe but not punishing 7am. My how the days are drawing in.
And the skies are getting wintry. Mist lay over Thorney Island. The water was mirrored. The only sign of life was some fishermen not catching anything.
Actually I am looking forward to winter. Crisp, still, windless rowing on water unmolested by other people. Can't wait.
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