Ten minutes and one second of bobbing boats.
Baby Rocket or Princess Fattyma, depending on my mood. He’s a boy, but Princess seems to suit him.
My lockdown companions are really letting themselves go to seed. Pussy is looking fatter and more contented than ever, and dominating the spare bed with his incessant lounging. Here’s to the second month of lockdown and quarantine, which we embark upon tomorrow morning.
Water smooth as glass. Cold but clear. Essentially a pleasant morning.