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It is warm work; and this day may be the last to any of us at a moment. But mark you! I would not be elsewhere for thousands.


You want boats?

I’ll give you boats!

You want big boats? Here’s some big boats.

You want little boats? There’s some little boats.

Don’t talk to me about boats.

I know boats!

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Tom said…
big boats, small boats, a plethera of boats!
6 February 2009 at 20:23
Dot-Com said…
Not a boat in sight here, but loads of stranded trains *lol* Will have to check out your blog in more detail later and see what else you're blogging about :-)
6 February 2009 at 20:24
Anonymous said…
Boats, blue sky and sea. Oh I am envious.
6 February 2009 at 22:40
Stevenson said…
whoaaaaaaaw I always wanted to see these boats on movies and photos but I never knew that they still exist these present days! I just hope I could have the chance to ride one in my life. The photo is just amazing! Thanks for it!

By the way, I would like to thank you for your wish of Luck on my Physics Exam earlier. It went very well as the professor gave us tolerable problems (Kirchhoff's Rules were absent) jajaja Thanks again!

Hope to see you back on Cavite Daily Photo! Mabuhay from the Philippines!

Steven^^
6 February 2009 at 23:50
Irina said…
May we have some more boats, please? They are too beautiful to spare :)
7 February 2009 at 01:22
Kris McCracken said…
Runmotman, you've read my mind.
7 February 2009 at 16:03
Kris McCracken said…
Dot-Com, I hope that you're not stuck on a train!
7 February 2009 at 16:04
Kris McCracken said…
Steffe, and how does that make you feel? :)
7 February 2009 at 16:06
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, are there any of these in London at the moment?
7 February 2009 at 16:08
Kris McCracken said…
Steven, good to hear that the exam went well!
7 February 2009 at 16:09
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, I'll send a few up you way.
7 February 2009 at 16:10
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, it was a rather pleasant sight!
8 February 2009 at 09:05
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