I gazed at the lurid fishing floats - I imagined myself, in shining oilskins, standing by the winding gear, the nets full of mackerel and sea bass -
I would gaze up at the waxing moon - the icy waves would break upon the white stones of the shore -
The boat would dance upon the rich tide, hauling in memory as well as fish from the unfathomed sea -
15.15
Tuesday 1 December 2015
Lulworth Cove
Purbeck
Dorset
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