Oh dear...

As the others were all due to head back (into a pretty strong westerly) we had a leisurely start – picking up Sunday Papers, cups of tea – and then we saw that there was a church service in the marquee at 10am. Well, we thought, let’s do it, or at least walk past to make sure it’s not just half a dozen old biddies. A good crowd and a guest celeb visiting minister - the Rev Ewan Gilchrist. He was tremendous. Where can I leave a trip advisor review? And a woman that we chatted with turned out to be King Creosote’s mother-in-law! Wowza.
But as we sang the final hymn, Will Your Anchor Hold, there was a squall and downpour and looking out through the side windows I could see a stationary mast in the outer harbour, which was odd, given the wind. Oh dear, as we left (thanking the minister and having a few brief words – which congregation do you attend in Edinburgh he asked…gulp.. Trin… I started before the SK quickly said Wardie) I could see that the boat aground was one of ours. Oh dear. Most unlike him. And on a falling tide.

We headed round and met WS, the old boy – he’d successfully left the harbour but as he angrily said to us, TL shat it and he had to come back to the harbour. He said it with such venom that we both thought literally. Apparently not. 

Short version of the outcome: old WS decided to stay an extra night and leave with us, on his own; the other two boats managed to get away late afternoon, Tom spectacularly sailing out the narrow harbour entrance straight into the wind with no engine. 

So we had bacon rolls, visited the stalls, the Fisheries Museum and then I cooked the evening meal – the famous Cassoulet! And finally we made it over to King Creosote (extra - after the show). And then we crashed out – we'd an early start in the morning to try to beat the strengthening winds.