A sail

A sail, a sail, a sail, a sail. Almost flat calm when we bobbed out of Granton, the first mate JS, and me. The wind, at first northerly, swung to the south west and strengthened and we fairly sped up to the bridges, fortified by Tunnocks and cups of tea. Unfortunately the ebb tide strengthened as much as the wind so we didn't quite get there. So, free spirits that we are, we hooched off down Mortimer's Deep and swung past Swallow Craig (above) and into the fine little anchorage at the east end of Inchcolm. And there we sat in the sun, enjoying home made bread sandwiches, pork pies and beer. And much blethering. About the usual stuff. And some less usual stuff.
And a fine sail back - sitting at 5kts the whole way. Right, that's enough self satisfied bollocks. Better be careful or I'll begin to sound like a right #mcc.