A pause

After waving off the Corinthian fleet (9 boats!) on the Bass Rock race (well, I took some photos), it was off to that annual arty fair in lovely Pittenweem, through torrential downpours. But by the time we’d arrived, they magically stopped. And what a magical time we had. Though the wait for the chipper was a bit overlong. All the old favourite places were visited but the chequebook stayed firmly in the pocket; the house is too full of arty artiness as it is. Though we did sit in a rather nice little summerhouse which I could see on that new bit of land. Home to sup and watch Bobby Fingers (thanks to H). Comedy genius and strange brilliance.