William, the lack of a crutch or two, two drinks and Ammonite.

Ammonite; over the harbour from the rotting Monaco

Town beckoned today. William was coming up from the sticks - as it happened - without his sticks which rather curtailed our little stroll around the place. We had a cup of ... all the same.

I'd noticed Gerald's little Cornish boatee Ammonite was leant up against the old jetty over by the cafe I was to frequent with William so once our thirsts had been sated we staggered along to have a closer look.

Ammonite; leaning.

Gerald once had the misfortune to work for the same company as both William and I did but he escaped before us. We went and looked but sadly Gerald was nowhere to be seen.

William went to have a closer look, tripped on the rope and nearly went rather closer than planned. Tis a lovely compact little boat and surprisingly she is made of glassfibre - not wood as one might expect.

I pointed my little Zorki4 here and there - so lovely to use with the compact yet sharp Soviet Jupiter12 lens on-board. [Many thanks to Keith Thompson - see here ]