Sea Floor

The winter of 2009 / 2010 was the worst in living memory (or, some argued, "since 1969"). Pot holes were the new Roads, and people were flooded out. (Perhaps in rather bad taste), I decided to imagine what my studio would look like if it, too, was flooded. All that had to happen was for the tide to come in. I opened the sluice gates.

The tide rose.

The floor was engulfed in water.

It came right up to my cottage door.

There was no fishing that day.

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