The Bunker

Out for breakfast over at the chums in Gordon Road. Bacon rolls and orange juice and raspberries and coffee and everything. Well, we were treating them as we have tickets to an event. A free event, mind. The Barnton Bunker, which none of us had ever been to before, was hosting a little art piece called Mayflies by one Katrina Prior. Diverting enough – though the blurb was full of mindfulness words – but you got to visit the old bunker and control room while someone in the distance played a piano. 
Onward to Hidden Door which this year is out at an old packaging factory at Turnhouse. There’s always something at these sorts of things to grab your attention, though it did make me wish I was a bit younger and was up for their evening music performance event things. 
Back to get the boat over; ‘twas blustery, so I was glad for the assistance of the Johns (old, and McC) – had a blether with WB too – he is hosting a fringe event at the Citadel with “special guests” so obviously I’ve had to buy a ticket for that. And PT turned up to chinwag awhile. He’s concerned that we have currently too many inexperienced newbies. As an example, yesterday F brought a new boat back, jammed his furler, and split his mainsail! That was after the previous leg ended with an RNLI callout. He may have a point.