Friday, 8 May 2015


I love trawlers: the grimy working no-frills appearance, the chuggy way they bustle about while entering and leaving a harbour, the smell of oil and fish and salt, the way they rock when tied up. I daresay if I had to work one for a living I would see them differently but I don't, so I can just enjoy them.

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