It is good to be home. The ground is still swaying when I stand still. What an odd feeling as I didn't notice the movement of the boat when I was on it. I caught up with Tom and his house restoration exploits. I caught up with Harriet and all the many many many happy exploits of the grandchildren.
The hellebores are not looking so buoyant this evening.
Twenty Four Hours Later
Pen and Watercolour
Sailing Diary Page 1
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