Hoary Tales

Time for a photo! I've stuff to do. A shirt to iron. Some money in envelopes to stuff into the man bag. What else? Coal to order. Four bags. I'd have got this all done earlier if I hadn't decided a bit of a blether was in order. Much of the time was spent discussing sea toilets and holding tanks. And as usual there were anecdotes. The hairier the better. Brian recalled pelting down Loch Ness whilst being a bit 'over-canvassed' - the boat, a 36' broached with Willy at the helm, and poor Ian D went under the water before it sprang up again. He managed to hold onto his book, but wasn't best pleased with Willy as it was a 'fucking library book'. I can understand his annoyance.