You can see full size versions of these images and more by clicking on the link below. I'm standing in the main cabin of an old-time sailing vessel. We must be someplace offshore, as I can see green hills on the horizon, through the cabin window.
Blue water reflects the light of a lovely day.
An unlatched cupboard door slowly creaks open and shut, in time with the boat's motion. I'm prone to mal de mer. I once spent three weeks on an old Canadian Navy minesweeper, criss- crossing the north Atlantic in November. Now, my strong memories of greasy food and the smell of diesel fumes come back to haunt me. I look behind me, as children's racing footsteps disturb my thoughts, and see brick walls, bales of rope, and lots of other people.