When I showed this picture to my nephew Will, he said he was trying to understand what it meant. I explained that it was a visual poem which had no specific meaning but an open interpretation for the viewer (is that acceptable without being pretentious – moi?). This image took two bottles of wine and a late night / early morning slog and one can understand the dismal result…hmm.. It starts with the fishing boat, dry docked in Cromer (for repainting?), above it are the ‘sails’, which are a set of curved canopy/sunshades, which overlook the bowls greens by Britannia Pier, Yarmouth. I have stretched and convorted the two, and nestled them in an exterior stairwell at the Dar es Salaam railway station. Now do you understand what the picture means? Uhhh…no.