Making Tracks

Goodbye Dunbar. And after a few miles we switched off the engine and drifted along while I served up Le Rog delightful filled breakfast rolls. Square sausage with a fried egg. Previously a lorne sausage sceptic, he declared them to be “really excellent.”
Onward! We tried sailing a few times. The wind was fickle, and after Fidra dropped to nothing, though we got just enough to sail along the 2m line off Porty Rog, no doubt feeling greatly fortified by my healthy cooking, took to the water, and then clambered into the dinghy while I towed him along. 
And then the final culinary treat of the holiday - we hadn’t tried his instant cheesy pasta. We have noo. Good with a robust red. And plenty pepper.
And there was the SK at the pontoon, exactly as she was what seemed like an age ago. Welcome home!