My life in words and pictures
Well, mainly pictures.
Welcome to Breakfast in America
My photo journal is an eclectic mix of things; there’s no guiding theme or topic. It is whatever happens to catch my attention, what I’ve been thinking, doing, and whatever my current obsessions are. At the moment, they are clearing some of the backlog on my ‘honey-do’ list, backpacking, hammock camping, and, I’m always, taking pictures.
Sailing on the River Thurne, Norfolk Broads
This could be August 1999. It could be 2000, or later…
A couple of times I have been asked why I’m wearing a pfd and not the boys. The answers are simple. If I go over the side they’ll have a lot of trouble maneuvering the boat back to get me — especially while sailing. Whereas I can turn the boat on a sixpence and pick them up. Also, I would be able to get them back into the boat, but they’d probably not be able to get me back in the boat. They are both strong swimmers, the broads are shallow. Finally, I’m the one on deck dealing with sails, ropes and such, while they steer. So, on balance, the person most at risk is me — so I get to wear a jacket.
Ink Drawing. Falcon was an abandoned lifeboat conversion. She later broke up. Langstone Harbour – Portsmouth.
I’m pretty sure this was the year Bob and Ann turned up unexpectedly.
But it is so long ago no one can remember.
I went to college with Bob and Roy, and we’ve kept in touch ever since. In fact, for at least twenty years we met just about every New Year’s Eve to celebrate the New Year together. Unfortunately, that tradition had to come to an end when I moved to the US.
All Left to Right. Standing: Bob, Roy, and Gary. Sitting: Ann, Jan, and Elaine. Kids: Liam, Dee, Robert, Lynn, Toby and Keith.
August Bank Holiday 1991 / 1992 (ish)