The Harbour Wall

Whistled up, I was, so off I did cycle down to the boat. But not my boat. No indeed. Time to get J's lovely skiff into the water. So with much pushing, we got it wheeled down the slip just as we did last year.
And there he was left, just as before. I then spent a considerable period of time doing what could only be described as noodling; though I did fit in another small cycle about the place. And I got some stuff booked at the book festival. All of it horribly earnest, I fear. And now I'm winding down. Though I do think a step out would be in order. Tis Music night down the road, after all. And I've a sun tan to show off. Go on, ask me, 'have you been away?'