They were cutting enormous loaves of bread in the pouring rain. Thin slices.
The dogs smiled and seemed to understand. But of course they saw meat.
We sailed into the harbour with a smile of celebration.
After years of sailing and buffeting and rolling with the waves – any port looked good.
What a treat to walk on un-swaying terra firma.
And you all walk on cobblestones to get some exercise!
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