Of a morning I popped up out of bed and walked down to the harbour with a cup of coffee in hand.
It’s been quite foggy of late. The masts look almost spooky and the water was as calm as glass.
Gleaning in fields of grace
Of a morning I popped up out of bed and walked down to the harbour with a cup of coffee in hand.
It’s been quite foggy of late. The masts look almost spooky and the water was as calm as glass.