Memory's from the air.

A view of the harbour from 160 m . 
This is where every weekend from the age of 9 to about 15  my uncle and myself would venture out to sea  his boat in the hope of bringing some fish home . We were guaranteed  a box full mostly , however towards later years the stock seemed to dwindle . Great fun and memories of an active childhood . ( no computers or x boxes then  , just fresh air ) Happy days