Row, row, row the boat

The rowers have the whole harbour to themselves, pretty much. As long as they miss the buoys. I'm not sure I really get this coastal rowing thing - I can see the attraction of building a traditional wooden boat, a thing of great loveliness, but rowing it about? A mast and sail would surely be a good idea. Not today though; there was nae wind.
So there was the usual pootering, marred by the circuit tester being stuffed. Bah. I wanted to get the auto-tiller thing sorted out. Anyway, a productive enough day and now time to step out to the Filmhouse to see The Sapphires (an 'effervescent, irresistible crowd-pleaser, with plenty of spunk and sass to go along with its fully earned sentiment'). Oh dear, sounds dreadful.