ships & more

139 steps from our front door & from this early morning's walk with Winnie Dixon

This old brick house has a harbour view-especially from the second floor, home of les office. I have lived here for nearly 19 years & hearing and watching the big salt ships come & go continues to thrill me still. Last night as I worked away at the teak topped desk I first began noticing a hum & a vibration thinking it might be a ship I peered out my big windows into the inky blackness. Nothing. I continued on with my work the humming & vibrating sensation feeling stronger. Then the familiar clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang of the anchor dropping, which happens just before they come into my view & to slow the ship down as it enters our little harbour and gets nearer the large cement wharf. I think to myself I knew it was a ship. You can actually feel them before you see them. Sure enough the next time I looked out into the blackness what looked like a small, several story, city block was gliding by my windows. I never ever get tired of that thrill, the thrill of ships gliding by ... 139 steps away from my home.