Splash splash splash

A wee trip oot with Mr M and his lovely navy blue plywood boat. What great instrumentation, though. I cast a covetous eye over much of it. It tells you how fast we're spanking along! We only got away late mind as he had to wash his whisky glasses and curry plates from the night before. As well as... errr ... make sure his passage was clear. Of his previous first mate there was no sign. Right, that's enuff of that. I looked for fishnets as promised to another blipper but lobster pots were all we saw.
Home for cod wrapped in parma ham for me and pipeline on Radio Scotland for Mikey. Anchors aweigh!