Our salty-old-sea dog.
Stella looking splendid in her safety harness.
She did not actually come sailing with us - she did not like the boat much if the truth be told and jumped off whenever she could go go back to the safety of the boot of the car which stayed still! She had a struggle to turn in the small space between the deck and rigging so usually ran all around the boat to get back to the cockpit.
What she did love were dead fish which sometimes washed up along the banks of the Tiber where we kept Euriklea during the winter. She thought we should be as thrilled with her find as she was and kindly presented us with rotten fish whenever she could, then was constantly surprised at our reaction as we shrieked and pushed her and the smelly offering away!