Johnny Punk

One of the things that reminded us daily of how lucky we are throughout our time at drydock was the local wildlife.
Trekking off to the shower block at the end of a hard day I'd often see a rabbit dart through the grass.
We also had some wonderful ducky neighbours. One of which had a wicked Mohawk and scruffy white and brown feathers. We named him Johnny Punk and it was a pleasure to see his silly head each day.

The wonder of animals is how little stuff they need to get on with things. That makes me pretty happy.