An unwilling captain, a hoary sea dog, a fiery cook and a naïve greenhorn are thrown together within the rusty hull of The Dawn Floater. The trawler is their stinky home for days if not weeks. The safe haven of their Dorkney Isle harbour is a distant memory as they brave the might and magic of the ocean. They don’t always return with a hold full of fish, but they do always return with a tale to be told.
I'm writing a radio sit-com, so I thought I'd post up little bits and bobs from it here on the blog... God Save the Dawn Floater and all who sail in her!
