Hatches battened 27Aug

Ano day at Aeroskobing. The wind howled and the rain beat down. We hunkered and both did some writing. Nic submitted some flash fiction to a project at Uni of Greenwich, Lesley submitted a programme script to world service about the disappearance of cash. We were invited for drinks by Jane and Steve in their rather splendid Nordship 43 - a very pleasant hour spent swapping stories and experiences. No pics today, 

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