Don't Leave me now, Don't Leave me now.

Still working on forgiveness from Tooli, I dropped her at the Marina yesterday afternoon, with 4 of her mates, for them to step about the Blue Falcon to undertake their Basic Craft Handling, and Duke of Edinburgh Expedition Run-thru.

I hugged her tight, and told her to take care, and enjoy herself, and said that if she could let me know when they were sailing, I'd try to be down to wave her off!

She text about 8.30 last night and told me that they would be rising at 5, to sail hopefully at 6! I looked at my watch and thought, "hmm, I could double being a great mum with a sunrise blip".

My arse! It was as bright as day at 5.30 when I rolled out of bed. I managed to dress myself, clothes on the correct way round, and headed down to the marina, leaving the sleeping beauties behind me.

I sat in the Marina and watched the hundreds of masts, trying to make out where they were, to no avail. Then as I watched the sky in complete disgust - how could it be so light at 6 am in the morning, no fantastic sunrise for me, I glanced round, and caught sight of Tooli, in her Bright Yellow Mount Olive sweats, heading down the gangway. She was obviously paying her last land-locked toilet visit for a few days.

I watched where she and L went, and they seemed to disappear amongst the masts.

I drove then down to the harbour, and sat near the Wee Hurray, and waited, and waited and waited. At 650 I was just about to give up, when I spotted a mast bobbing along the harbour wall, I clamboured out the car, stiff as anything, and hung as far over the fencing as I could.

I watched as they pulled in the bouys, and took their seats, and then, caught the look on Tooli's face as she caught sight of me! The wait was worth the smile I got. She waved, and everyone else turned to wave too. No photos of that, I was jumping up and down waving back!

I then left the main harbour and drove round to the park, and watched as the boat, still motoring, bounced over the tide and headed north.

The original plan was to sail south of Troon, round Arran, to Sanda, and anchor overnight. however it was all weather dependent, and the 6/7 gale blowing, meant they were heading for inland waters.

I watched the boat - as it appeared a tiny blip on the water, but not making much ground as I drove back round to bed and slept for another 2 hours!

Text just in From Tooli - "anchored at a lock thingy, will be sailing thru it tomorrow, toilets not very nice, actually going to bed now" 2050. What an adventure! Wish it was me!