The Muster

After a visit to the marquee to hear a very 'competent' covers band, and to partake in some yachtie chat, it was time to turn in. And the rain never let up; at the back of 3am I was woken by gusting winds from the north. But the wind stayed over that side so we managed to sail the whole way back without a single tack. Jeesus, it got chilly though. D doesn't have a sprayhood so you are out in the elements all the time. Nae biel. South of Inchkeith the wind began to die and the lovely diesel was brought to life. Home to warm and catch up on all the nonsense. A chap's been eaten up by a polar bear! America is broke. Hearts lose again. Gawd, I need my kip.