Goosewinging

Here I am, winging it, straight into the mouth of the harbour. And actually, I sailed right onto the mooring. That pleased me immensely. Earlier I’d whistled around the neighbourhood with MrB, calling in at Screwfix via St Mark’s Park, a route I never knew. Oh it was lovely and sunny everywhere. And I stopped off to say hello to the daughter with the small monster. They’re sleep training him with no dummy. It may just be working. 
And after the sail I legged it up town to see my pal James who cropped my hair while fleecing me as ever.
Back to sit out in the sun. What glorious weather we are having.

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