This was my favourite last time I was there. Loved all that highly polished wood. Must be a nightmare or a real labour of love to keep in tip top condition.
Imagine the fuel bill!
Then a eagle eyed youngster noticed the furniture inside was still in its plastic wrapping and there was more on the outside.
Boats from far away places:
Couldn't see any sign of where this one came from except for the flag which we didn't recognise. We had a meal and waited for a breeze to come in and unfurl that flag.
And even then didn't know where it was from. The waiter said he thought it was from a Scandanavian country which gave me somewhere to start when I got home and investigated.
Then the camera revealed what my naked eye hadn't noticed. Yes, it is from Norway.
For me, there is no better place to pass time than at the Town Basin. And I must admit that sometimes sets me off dreaming. Good dreams, there are never any stormy seas, just endless sunshine and blue ocean.