Gloomy Harbour

A fruitless trip to Homebase; we decide that we should go to Dobbie’s instead. Mañana. 
And I’d been whistled up by Dawson for a mast lift; we were a bit held up as old Rob was getting his on too and nothing goes well with him. Still, people were helpful and got him sorted. After Dawson, I got into the inflatable (the water taxi service hasn’t been offered to us by RFYC this year) and paddled across the harbour for a couple of hours fine tuning and fiddling. The genny is still stiffer to pull out than it otta be but it’s better than it was. 
So, come 5:30, I paddled back. Where do those hours go?