Happy Days

It being a dreich day out, I only ventured out once - to collect the papers.
After that I put on my club archivist hat. I tell you, it was like a civil war down at Granton in the late 60s. Or an uncivil war. We even had our own members going to the law - one tried to reclaim money for a lampshade he’d bought and which was left behind when the clubhouse was sold. And as for relations with the other crowd, they became so bad that a letter had to be written to the RYA. That’s seriously bad.