This is the third of four films I made about a winter I spent on the Fal - that was just after buying Lily M and before moving her to scotland.
Ahhh… Dodmans Point, Gribble Head, Prawl Point…
Anyone who’s anyone who did the RYA Coastal Skipper circa late 90’s will know these names… and you’ve actually seen ’em… although I was told they were fictitious and not to use the map for navigation purposes…. so did you dream the whole thing, or did the RYA tell me fibs ?
Just taking a breath here… I’m still amazed at the places you have been to in the last few years… OK , it’s a round Britain thing… but all the same… respect Sir !
here’s something I reflect on when I drop the hook for the night, and somehow sums up some of your evenings…
“There after supper lit by lantern lightWarm in the cabin I could lie secureAnd hear against the polished sides at nightThe lap lap lapping of the weedy Bure,A whispering and watery Norfolk soundTelling of all the moonlit reeds around.”
Just thought I might share that…
gotta find a rhyme for Percuil
finding a ryme for bure is kicking at an open door