One day we’re going to be living in Weymouth, near enough to the sea to hear the seagulls and smell the salt air. Hubby will be able to go for long walks along the beach relaxing to the sea gently rolling on to the sand or watching stormy waves crashing onto the rocks …
… and I’ll be able to sit on the side of the harbour dangling my feet over the end listening to the gentle lapping of the water on the side of the boats.
… One day.
More from before: various visits to “Weymouth“.