hlb
RIP
Big difference this time was, the car park in the marina was full. The club house was also full and getting knives and forks for our meal in front of us, was a big ordeal. We looked out on boats, most of them quite capable of reaching the CI's France or Ireland. But none moved on the lake. MF spent her first five years or so on Windermere. But escaped to the sea, some time later. There was a sister of MF languishing in the dock. Poor thing had probably been there all her life. Bit sad really for a very capable boat.