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20_09_11

Author: Iain & Fiona Lewis Published Date: September 14, 2020
I like to ride my Bicycle. I like to ride my bike.
I like to ride my Bicycle. I like to ride my bike.
There are flags and then there are flags.
We find some shelter from the midday sun.
It’s a glamour life.
It’s going to be a good one.
It’s a great one.
The port has been protected for years and years.
It’s amazing what you find in the smallest of churches.
Art everywhere.
It takes a special sort of person to build their own mausoleum.
The aqueduct goes on forever and ever.
The aqueduct is everywhere we look.
That’ll put a rest to the perennial anchor switch problem.
The blue wall.
Walking in the midday sun.
The marks of fishermen from before the time of writing.
Larry and Pigamus steel the show from Will and Mary.
Head south they said.
Glassy calm seas.
Ruffian pushes south effortlessly.
Uh oh. That’s not good. Water is supposed to stay outside the boat.
Bucket after bucket come out from inside.
The leak is under this lot somewhere.
At least we don’t need to climb the masts like these guys.
Fiona reads the manuals. Iain glares at the problem.
Even the dolphins are enjoying the sunset.
They disappear with the sun.
It’s a fiery ending to a scary day.
The technology is a warm safety blanket.
Iain slumbers like a bear.
Its scary when you can hardly even see the bow.
The fog does terrible things to Fiona’s hair.
It’s like driving though a minefield with these waiting to catch us.
To make things better the fog gets even thicker.
Fiona plays a game of hide and seek the beer with Iain.
We finally get in with a respite from the fog.

Author: Iain & Fiona Lewis

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