After Them!

Ha ha. The last day of the sail for yours truly; jumping ship tomorrow. So as you can imagine I was keen to have a sail. That's the problem of being on someone else's boat.
All the boats cleared out Lochmaddy early heading north or south (as we were) and this 30' Barbican slowly overhauled and then overtook the skipper. Blimey, after that he was itching to get the engine on to keep in touch. I suspect, of course, he never wanted the sails up in the first place.
I don't get it. What's the point of getting there an hour or two earlier (to do what, after all?) and having to therefore endure 6 hours of the sound of a throbbing engine rather than just the wind and slapping water? Too late. It's on. Throb throb throb. Hey! It's a journey! It's not a fucking destination (it's Lochboisdale after all, and there's hee haw there). And why are we two miles off land when we could be much closer and looking at the cliffs?

Ok, the wind has dropped.

What? You think it's about time I came home and lay down in a quiet room? Look, I'll shut up. It's actually been a heap of fun and quite a privilege to be along for the ride. It has. Lochboisdale, eh? A pint?