Selfie

Fine late afternoon light as I locked up and headed off. I tell you, this boat is going to be so lovely by next spring that I'll not want to put it in the water.
And farewell, Jack Alexander. He was 77, apparently. I thought he was 77 when I was just a nipper. That's always happening. Seems a whole lot of grown ups haven't got any older while I've been catching them up. And then a whole lot of other people like Prime Ministers have got younger. Bizarre.