A gorgeous sunny day in the south of England, decided to take a trip on my yacht out in the Solent:
Just sailing past Isle of Wight rounding the Needles......
..when we hit a storm
which threw me into the little heard of Solent Triangle, crashing the yacht onto the rocks.
I awoke to find that I had landed on an island deserted in 1940's.
Fortunately I managed to save my duffle bag with my most important belongings......
In my bag were my two favourite watches
Firstly my BBQ 360 a watch that means so much to me!!!
And second, my 232 an elegant beauty
Whilst I am waiting to be rescued, I can listen to my two favourite pieces of music
This one from my early days of courting Jo
And this piece of music from Michele Lacarenza, amazing trumpeter!! Really worth a listen!!
I also have a book with me and I like political thrillers, Robert Ludlum is a favourite.......
I also have my solar powered DVD player so I can watch my favourite movie, there are so many to choose from but this will make me laugh when I get a bit glum
Please excuse the language, it's a bit colourful!!!
To keep me sane and help me remember my former life I always carry this photo which I love, a great holiday in a great city with a very special person!!!
Lying on the beach lots of memories flood into my head but none more so than my late father, sunny summer evenings he used to cram the kids on the estate into his car and take us all to the playing field. He'd go in goal and we'd play football till dark. Happy memories Dad !!!
Well you can't survive on a deserted island without a meal, so I'd start with a pint of good ale
Followed by a good Steak!! Cote de boeuf, delicious!!
Whilst dreaming of my ideal meal, this nightmare encroaches on my thoughts!!
Fortunately I managed to dispel it and wash my meal down with a nice bottle of italian red
There can only be one person to accompany me on my deserted island, a real friend, soulmate and beautiful girl
If you're still here, many thanks for looking in!!! I'll choose the next dreamer tomorrow!!!
"Golf is a game whose aim is to hit a very small ball into a even smaller hole,
with weapons singularly ill-designed for the purpose" Winston Churchill