At Anchor

This beautiful 3-master was anchored in the bay this morning. I think she's danish. The town was packed. It was Fair Day (the first Friday of each month) and I gave up trying to park and took myself off to the pier to blip this.

The day turned wet again; that's no surprise.

I have a new wwoofer from Italy. The last place he was at the only accomodation was a tent so he was delighted with the wooden cabin all to himself.

it's Aedan's last evening at the milking. I guess he'll sleep most of the day tomorrow.