Sailors be warned
Photos by VickyTH.
This morning the sun started to lighten the sky and I woke up to a voice saying, “it’s promising to be a gorgeous sunrise.” This voice went to shave, while I staggered upstairs to let dogs out and get breakfast on the go. In the kitchen I was greeted by the usual greyhound morning accident of pee all over the floor. I set the table first (the pee wasn’t going anywhere) and had just started to get into the mopping, when John comes back in after having taken the dogs out and says, “I’ll take care of that. You grab the camera and get some pictures of that sunrise. Go!”

Which is why I found myself in my nightgown in the driveway, shooting pictures of the dawn and realising, once again, that I married the right man.