100 WC Week 2 - Old Bessie

Gently Dougal stepped upon the damp shimmering cobbles, slowly making his way down the winding path.He knew that he had to go and meet his old faithful friend. Finally arriving at the harbor, bench in sight, he rested his frail old bones and sighed. Dougal was feeling worn: tired legs: out of breath: weathered skin. He was captivated with the tormented sea, watching the booming waves swooshing against the harbor wall. And then the sky grew darker, suddenly Old Bessie appeared chugging around the bend. He knew that his family were safe and sound for the festive holidays.