Ainster

A good blow across the Tay to Fife Ness, almost due south. That was after we’d breakfasted in the High St and picked up smokie pies for lunch. And visited the Bell Rock museum. The lock gates to the inner harbour didn’t open till 11am, y’see.
Into Anstruther in good order and a swift pint was called for in the beer garden of “The Boathouse” previously the Salutation Arms. And the Ship Tavern has closed. The authentic boozer is becoming an endangered species in so many places. And then we realised there was some Scotland game on so we legged it to the Bank. The UEFA Nations League. A mystery to all. Playing Armenia once again. Harmless fun, I guess unless it causes a war, which it may well have done by the time this is posted. We beat them easily once they were down to ten men. And then nine.
At the next table a group of rich touring golfers engaged us in conversation (Rog can hold his own there being a member of the Burgess or something) and then I espied Pete from old days when our sons played footy together. A more relaxing chat. Back to the boat to continue the life of rich yachties by wolfing a couple of noodle pots. Class!