Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour

... It's fiftie fadom deip...
Last day of September, and what a fine day for a little sail out across the Forth and round behind Inchcolm. While we were over there we had to hang about and wait for some passing ships in the channel so the skies above Edinburgh got a blip. Took extra care going past the Meadulse Rocks as didn't want to get into the news unlike poor Sardilou.

Later, off to see Quixote at the Sample Room. They're getting damn good. Hot dang! High point of the evening though was Donald Ker and his most hilarious preamble to his latest poem. And two other blippers were there too - Toots and a young man tapping his feet to the rhythm. Definitely catching.