Anchored snuggly in Frogmore Lake, settling in for Storm Francis blowing through from midnight. Might go and look at the southerly gale blowing on the ebb tide over the bar… (c.f. Tennyson “Crossing the Bar”)
And so back to Salcombe … home from home
Anchored snuggly in Frogmore Lake, settling in for Storm Francis blowing through from midnight. Might go and look at the southerly gale blowing on the ebb tide over the bar… (c.f. Tennyson “Crossing the Bar”)