Bombs Away!

After a sound sleep it was up at seven bells to haul the anchor and sail over to Stonehaven, there to snorkel if you wished. Stinger suits compulsory; I decided to sit it out and lounge and read awhile. Three people had been attacked by sharks at Cid Island in November on three separate occasions - one fatally, and it is now deemed unsafe to swim there, but I worry these beasties can swim about. And yes, I know you’re more likely to get knocked down crossing the road.
Still, when the Tarzan swing was rolled out I had to have a go (yes that lithe pendulum above is yours truly). But then it was an early lunch (the wind was a good force four) and off we sailed back to Airlie - four sails set, no engine, on a great beam reach.
Back mid afternoon and along to get showered and shave and into the shore leave crisp linen. Ha. And then a final meet up with the other shipmates at Boaty’s.
So, just for my own future reference, knowing my ability to forget, I’ll jot down who was all there. Firstly, half were Spanish speakers - two families from Latin America with two cute wee kids and three teenage girls. Then the couple who ran Camino a Comala, a coffee shop in Mexico City. And the two Chileans, Fernando and Roberto from Santiago. And Kyle from Newcastle just hanging out round Australia till his money ran out. And Yuri, an amazing Israeli Michael Jackson impersonator amongst other things. And Miriam Delirium from the US with her ukulele. And Seasick Nicky and her photographer brother Jonno. And Stephanie and Sarah who’d met in Reykjavik. And my mate Thomas, the mighty German opera singer, and the only other wrinkly. Top crew.
So we bade them farewell, mindful of how early Ozzy eateries stop serving,  and found a grill place with live country music provided by a Mr Duff, a fine guitarist. And so to bed, the room not moving for once.