What a Difference a Day Makes

They're getting on well in the back room.
Meanwhile, I was off scraping the barnacles from my underside. They are now duly removed and are littering the ground below the boat. It'll soon smell like a stale fishmongers. And I attended to the usual staining and guff on the hull. I better slow down or I'll have nothing to do all winter!
But for this evening I do have something to do. MrK would like to have a blether about the membership lists and stuff like that. This sounds like it would be best accomplished over a beer or twa in the palatial premises of the Corinthian boatie club. Time to get clinking my way to the bus stop….