Crows Nest

The day of the mast lift. And I was all prepped mid-morning despite cycling out without my insulating tape and windex. At midday though, I slung my leg over again and headed up town to the Traverse (easily kicking the ass of the SK on the 47 bus) - Margaret Saves Scotland by Val McDermid. Oh Lordy it was dire; surprising as she’s a big name. My sidekick found it equally awful, as did the reviews which gave it a panning. Maybe it would be OK for primary school kids - once she’d corrected the nonsensical history in it, mind.
So, back to the harbour and a long long day. But my mast lift went well, and I was joined by a companion as I chuffed back to the mooring. That’s a good omen, surely? Albatross! Albatross!