What shall we do with ….

I’m glad to report I had no recourse to putting him in the scuppers with the hose pipe on him. Just plenty coffee, water, and a black pudding roll. Off we set – a glorious morning with just a ripple on the water. Tack, tack, tack while the wind became a fine steady breeze. Tacking under those three bridges, whilst avoiding two tugs coming down behind us, then a freighter out of Rosyth, och yes, and then two container ships coming up the channel! Whoah, yes. What larks. And back onto the pontoon before the tide receded. Superb. 


I’d liked to have put my feet up after that and enjoyed relaxing but I had duties to attend to. The strangest of duties: we’d been asked by the local Sea Cadets to donate and present a trophy to the Cadet with the most sea hours in the past year. We host their dinghies in our yard y’see. And with the Commodore being away, his no2 was called upon to present said cup. I was in the “VIP” front row! And given, with others VIPs, a guided tour of the dilapidated old place. We met the juniors, the seniors… I felt like the Duke of Kent with the ball boys.
Actually, the cadets seemed a decent bunch, and well done them for not sitting on their arses; I enjoyed the couple of hours. Back to sit on my arse.