The Small Hours

Something is preying on my mind. It's the thought of my wee boat down there at Granton without the mast up. I need to get it organised. I really do. But when? I've looked at the tide tables and after work is a good high tide this week. But can I entice anyone to lend a hand with me and the laddy after work? Perhaps I should put a word round the pensioner crew and see if anyone is feeling energetic. Or perhaps pop down to the club tonight and buy a pint or two for people who may be about on Wednesday.
Yes, that's a fine idea.