Mastless

Andy G and myself decided that Friday morning looked a good time to get our masts up. Unfortunately, nobody else had a similar idea, so the two of us got everything ready, and ... went home. The wind had suddenly got up as I tied up behind Tam's big catamaran. Swirly water!
So, after a call in at the gaff to admire the floor painting, the rest of the day was pretty much indoors, ending with a TV fest - only another two weeks to go and all those programmes saved on the BT digi box need to be hoovered up. And some good stuff - inside Obama's White House; and that Ken Stott Scottish history voiceover thing. And a cracking edition of HIGNFY - y'know, I didn't realise the Rev Richard Coles had been in Bronski Beat and the Communards. He fairly beats our meenister at Comely Bank in the comedy stakes too.