In the distance airplanes landed and left heathrow airport, but my eyes were drawn to a much closer more attractive sight.
White and blue sails of dinghies zoomed across a stretch of water surrounded by greenery and trees a mere couple of miles away. A white clubhouse stood proud on the edge of the reservoir facing us in the sunlight.
Last night I finally got around to locating this club.
In my ideal world, priorities would be different and I would have time to go sailing as well as everything else going on for us.
One day I will, but for now I can dream.
Borrowed Sunfish fun circa 1974. Graham relaxes at the bow, Pete sits next to me. Very little wind helps us along.
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