Sunset Blip!

A very beautiful day indeed. For a while, passing Crovie and Gardenstown, I lay on the foredeck looking up at the blue skies and high clouds. And the furled sails, as there was no wind worth unfurling (or indeed, hoisting) them for.
So, into Whitehills again. A great wee place; local fish and chips and pints of Lossiemouth ale. And the barman got some Johnny Cash on, just to humour us old codgers.
So tomorrow - onward! Up to where that big red sun is sinking. Or thereabouts. OK, Wick. I think there's a Wetherspoons - the Cap'n will be happy.