Homeward bound

Reluctantly waiting for the ferry's arrival. I viewed the the white flecked wave tops in the shelter of the harbour with some suspicion, as it gives you an idea of what the water is going to be like when you round the headland in to the open sea where a gale was blowing hard. A very choppy crossing, exhilarating if you were fortunate enough not to be one of the poor souls afflicted by sea sickness who spent a very miserable two and three quarter hours.