The Last

Grey to start, but as promised, it came away nice. Though never warm out the sun. A trip to Asda for BBQ scran and beers, followed by a meet up with potential purchasers who’d motored down from Tayport. The guy said he’d get back to me in the way you knew he meant he wouldn’t.
Still, the Commodore’s Regatta and Parade of Sail - the opening event of the season! And who came a crewing but the SK and PT, late of the Saronic Gulf. Off we set, round the cans in Wardie Bay until the S flag was hoist.
The BBQ was fired up, the beers cracked, and eventually the results announced... 6th out of 13! Beyond my wildest dreams. I don’t think I’d completed any race ever ever! We posed for posterity.
Home eventually to put the feet up. And a call. The boat is sold. Going out on a high, as well it should.