Glassy Surface

A morning to relax and read the papers though certain items do raise the blood pressure somewhat. The new Northern Ireland minister’s grasp of Northern Ireland, for example. Arrogance beyond belief. 
So I calmed myself and went off to check out this new boat of mine. What a delight it is - really - all the water is on the outside. Time to give it a bit of one handed sailing. Though to be clear, I used both. And it was such a joy that soon Oxcars light was on the beam (yasss!) and I 'went about' sailing through the gap between the Cow & Calves and the north end of Inchmickery. Yasss, again! 
Back to spruce up as guests are in town. And nearby too - in Granton! The celebrated blipperperson, Lynnfot! So we met up at the Starbank, with her PeterPan-like man G, her dug (confusingly also G) and her two pals, J & C. Much good chats, but too brief really: we just scratched the surface and didn’t mention Trump once. Tsk. I think a visit to the Starbank should always be much longer.