Dad has a day off work in lieu of the weekend he just worked, so we get a nice long morning walk, taking in all the old favourite locations - the boatyard where the work's going on on the barge, and back through town and the Rec. At the boatyard we have a new, firm friend, boatyard dog Dotty. As we approach Dot's motor-home residence (where also lives Dad's mate Jan, a Swedish guy), we are let off the lead and race ahead round the craned out boats on their blocks, to be greeted by Dotty shouting from the top of the motorhome steps, wagging her tail in greeting.
She comes down the steps to greet us, and we all wander around peeing in the dust and kicking up the dirt behind us, making sure all of our scents out-scent every one else's. When we're all satisfied with that we can move on threading our way between the boats to check on progress of the painting of Cambria's leeboards, and seeing who's moored up in the creek.
Have a good weekend
Deefski
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