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20_04_03

Author: Iain & Fiona Lewis Published Date: March 30, 2020
More churches tower over us and the towns they inhibit.
More churches tower over us and the towns they inhibit.
Looking forward on Ruffian.
You want to be flying a little bit lower.
All the toys are out on Ruffian.
We don’t make wine from water. We make fresh water from salt water.
Towers appear at every turn.
Wild garlic is everywhere. Now we just need some bread.
Some boats around here are really not set to go to sea.
The moment before Iain slices himself open (again).
Sunny Malpas. A safe and secure haven.
Ruffian is turned into a laundry.
That’s the wrong way. That’s higher.
From this distance everything looks completely in order.
A little bit more confusing with the close up.
Iain finds a chum on the bow.
Sport 1 of the Ruffian Triathlon.
Speeeeeeeeed.
At rest.
OK Buddy I think that’s low enough.
When will the deck scraping end?
Little and large. Fingers crossed the new, bigger bottle fits.
The glamour of cruising life.
Fiona proves that she’s as musical as Iain.
Spring is springing.
Another day, another sunset.
Cataloguing our charts, aka works of art.
The last vestiges of corporate life. Iain’s final conference call.
The speed puts a grin on Fiona’s face.
The bow wave extends all the way to the stern wave.
Which way is up? Its just so flat here.
The flatness extends to 360 degrees.
All homely and cosy on Ruffian.

Author: Iain & Fiona Lewis

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