Oy Mark, Look no Lungs!
And for my Dad too...
Stunning.
Eleven years ago my wife Bee and I went temporarily mad and purchased an old harbour tug which we hoped to convert to a floating home. Somehow we managed to save what was left of our little ship from the breakers yard and our vessel finally went back in the water four years later after an almost total rebuild. We've taken the boat to a mooring in Littlehampton, and we're still working away at it. This blog is all about our experiences while we slowly turn her into the boat of our dreams.
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Hauntingly beautiful. Absolutely my type of music.
I´m smashed...flabbergasted. this is absolutly stunning
Thanks for posting :-)
Andreas
I love the music... oh how I wish we could hear more like that here in France. But it's not quite so Celtic in this region!
Arriving home after French chansons all we could hear were frogs down by the lake!!! The little monsieur in the lilac bush was quiet or perhaps he'd hopped it to the cabaret! Look at my blog about the little French frog! Love Madre x
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