Ahoy!

Yes indeed, me hearties. After a morning of visiting maw it was a meet up with mad Jack Sitting, first mate, and most competent of crew, for a wee birrl in quite blowy conditions over the Forth to Aberdour. There to munch sandwiches, quaff a pint, guzzle pork pies and finally round it all off with a caramel shortcake.
Then the return journey - what drama! First there was an LPG tanker coming at us down Mortimer's (whoah!) and then these two tugs in the main channel. And the second one was clearly on a collision course. We stood our ground awhile but eventually decided to run downwind to let it pass. Probably a wise decision. Fekker never even waved, let alone salute.
Then home for a coffee, and a bit of washing stair windows. Friday night is upon us and catch up TV is getting readied. Hey ho, let's go!