Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Dirty weather, sails and calm.

We spent this day at the Trafalgar celebrations from a colleague's yacht.

1. Watching a rainstorm come in across Portsmouth harbour. The sky started off clear and blue; filled with lumpy clouds like scrambled eggs and then turned evil school uniform grey. The rain followed - enormous, stinging drops pocking a peaked up sea.

2. Tall ships against a mass of bristly destroyers.

3. Coming off a choppy sea and into a still harbour.

Cash, work and sofa.

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