Relief

A day for my mast to be stepped… and Martin’s and Peter’s. I beavered away doing the prep and then we sat and had cups of tea and blethered. This rather nice 3D map has arrived on the wall, from where, I do not know. Out the window the NE breeze strengthened. And of course, (as you can imagine), since they half filled in the west harbour it gets a bit bouncy down in the mast hoist corner. And too bouncy it did prove - we had a crack with Martin’s Contessa but it rolled like an old hound dog. Luckily there was no tumbling.
So, there was only one thing for it. Back to to tackle the auld enemy: bishop weed.