The Garden Path

The regular minky day, and we birrled her off to Tumbles, which has reopened after its big refurbishment. Not that we saw much of a difference (apart from the workmen busily installing bench seats) – I do believe there are some new thrilling things over in the soft play business end of things.
Home via Asda to pick up bottled water… for come late afternoon, I was off up river with McC the elder. I say I was off, but actually I wasn’t as I was still on the mud at the back of 4:30pm. Big annoying John came and hovered over us – can I take your line, can I give you a push.. etc etc. Chrissakes man, you’re like a bad omen, a Jonah, clear off.
He’d managed to get himself another RNLI callout as his engine conked round the back of Inchkeith on Monday evening. It’s a sailing boat but sailing back to Granton seemed to be beyond him. He was still cross he hadn’t been towed home – they took him to Burntisland. Ha, that’ll learn him. Or not.
Anyway, into a pretty fresh westerly we motorsailed up to Limekilns and arrived at 7pm. Tied up, we cracked open a beer, got the fabulous cassoulet heated up, and later stepped out to the Bruce Arms. And then back for a nightcap or two… a very special nightcap.