Sailing Away

Alas there was no rising sun beaming into our bedroom this morning.
It was a grey day which got greyer until finally the mist descended like an all enveloping cloak and the rain came.
It is strange how this coastal weather can be so depress the spirit.

Before the rain, we had a blip trawl through Sandend before driving to Portsoy and on to the next coastal village of Whitehills where we had been recommended the Galley restaurant down at the harbour for our scone competition.
A cheese scone and a strawberry one, were both voted very nearly top of the league.

This yacht was conveniently sailing out off the marina as we stood on the jetty. As it was flying the Canadian flag, HL enquired as they passed if they had sailed across the Atlantic, and yes they had, via the Virgin Islands.
Peterhead their next port of call hadn't the same ring of romance as we watched them disappear into the greyness and rain, bucking and rolling into the swell of a sea driven by a north easterly wind.

The fire has been lit at the cottage and the books are out, but you never know, the rain may yet pass.