Mustard!

A grand sail with the Steves over to Aberdour. A day of two halves - we pootered out round Inchcolm and into Aberdour to meet up with the FCYC buds and have a fine BBQ. MrT, resourceful and charming as ever, managed to blag two gutted mackerel off a local fisherwoman. He's an asset, so he is. As is MrW, I should add - when he wasn't programming in more waypoints to the GPS, he was streaming cool jazz from his iPhone to a neat speaker he brought along. Nice!
And then, the second half - the wind had got up, the waves had breaking crests, and we scudded along, at a steady 6kts (that's fast for the wee tub) and back into Granton, holding off Hyskier all the way. Yeee-haaa!!
And that Black Isle Brewery, Breakfast Ale - to be recommended!