I must go down to the seas again. . .

These are the only photos I took when I was down in Southampton with Tricia and John this time, as the new batteries I bought for my camera proved to be duds, but I got more in time for our outing to Stokes Bay, near Gosport, where we used to go as children.  In fact, thinking back, it is probably a good 50 years since I was last there.  That makes me feel quite OLD!

Above is the Isle of Wight ferry from Portsmouth, heading for Ryde I assume.  It was SUCH a hot day - well over 30 deg. C - and the sunlight sparkled on the water like diamonds.

Above and below: there is never a boring moment watching the ships and yachts and windsurfers.

It is a shingle beach at Stokes Bay.  The tide was just starting to go out and there were quite a few people swimming.

Looking out towards the fort (the darkest bit in the middle) which was built to defend the seaways in Napoleonic times.  I think this one is now a rather unique hotel.

Tricia and John chilling out.  John drew the short straw and ended up with their grandson's little chair!

More water activity, and a view of Queen Victoria's favourite summer location - Osborne House on the Isle of Wight.

This young lady was very accomplished and fairly scooted past us.

Me to John:  Is that a container ship?  John: Not sure, might be a liner . . .

As it got closer, Trish said, I'd want my money back if I'd paid for a holiday on that!!!

One last blurry picture (through glass) of the Island taken from the Osborne View pub at Hillhead where I was taken out to lunch.

Now I'm back home and neither my husband or I are at all well - some summer bug which gives you a headache, tired legs and slight dizzyness, not helped at all last night by my having asthma problems too, so I hardly slept at all until my stronger antihistamines kicked in.  Ah well, onwards and upwards.