Back West

Lift in, and all was well. What a relief. Well, once I began to believe it could be so. After saying goodbye to Prop, who was probably well happy to see the back of me, I cast off. Across Loch Fyne to Tarbert, the boat’s lovely little engine pushing me along at 5kts at only 1600rpm. How happy was I. Very happy.
Once tied up, and victuals ferried aboard, I stepped out. For it was the Champions League semi - Villarreal v Liverpool! What a storming game - I even made friends among my fellow stool perching boozers.
Ain’t life grand.