Dysart!

Well, of course I took some other shots, but I thought this was a good shot as I never got a postcard sent. A fine little harbour just two hours sail away - and the club there gave us a key to their building (the big red-roofed place) for our ablutions. Up to the 'Royal' for a 'Pittenweem' haddock and chips (as if fish live on land) and a pint of beer! And a good slumber - as I suspected the wind had totally disappeared.
[And another [i]interesting[/i] thing - the boat just to the left of the clubhouse is some sort of thing that used to be dropped from planes for seaborne assaults during ww2 - well!]