797 - OCEAN

In the AftErnoon, Simon sunned himself on the cruise liner's deck. After a while the heat became too much and he retreated to the shade inside. As he walked past one door with frosted glass, he was alarmed by the shape of what looked like someone having the living daylights beaten out of them. Then he read the sign above the door and realised it was only a baker preparing the next batch of dough. He hadn't realised that someone would actually knead the dough, thinking it would all be done by machine. He made his way back up to the walkways and gazed out on the ocean, just letting his mind wander. He felt grateful for the hard work of the staff helping him enjoy his trip; he felt more generous about the size of the tip he had planned to give at the end of the cruise.

Kneading dough