In the details of my walk this morning the wind was making the rigging sing. Most of the boats are out of the harbour, parked on the pier waiting for the spring. This sound is so evocative of home.
I am sick on boats, but I love them, they talk magic.
I love to see boats.
Mmm, it's that kind of summer noise when all the boats in our town are ready for sailing.. (you're like me, an evening person, we're always nearly the last to post!) K x