First got my sea legs crossing the muddy mucky Humber. On the Lincoln castle ferry as it plighed a local trade from horsewash to Barton dock.
First pint at 16 as we sailed across on dark October evening. One summer in 1975 went across hour journey to Box against New Holland select. Not knowing the part of my life this sport would take .
It goes so quick and memories stay with you in a faint video vault. Finding as reached the Autumn of my life, can wallow in regrets. But everyday still has pace in it reckon still make some mistakes. Perhaps fewer now, 'through the prism of this journey so much would can be viewed about way much would unfold'.
Not found faith although convinced about some truths a commitment was a little while away.
The journey direction and LIFE is blinding carousal, don't pass ferry terminal ever really, ferry rotted away. Bridge takes everyone to the other side these days.
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