The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
We could be in the south of France
If it weren't for Swansea docks in the distance. Husband decided he could manage a short stroll along the prom and back through the marina this afternoon, en route to the library. Although the promenade looks empty here there were lots of people enjoying the late sunshine on the sandy beach. I can't help feeling these fishermen have a long wait ahead of them though ...