Farewell Beosetter

Up and out to the yard work party. Time to get things in order as there's only two weeks to lift out. Great entertainment- the harbourgrupenfuhrer nearly got into a ukip style rammy with the sailing secretary over the position of the mast racks. Chill down, fellahs.
As befitting my botanical background I got put to work gardening between some of the 'projects'. Boatyards - home of unfulfilled dreams.
After a trip out to nosey round looking at carpet runners (.....) we were out again to a celebrated wine bar. The daughter and me and no fewer than four accountants. Strange then that we lost track of the number of rounds.