Lost Horizon

There wasn't much of a breeze leaving Dysart, but we drifted slowly along. Scrambled eggs on toast were duly served up, and after a bit more drifting with coffee and cake, it was on with the motor to enjoy a relaxing chug back to Granton. Via the 1980 wreck of the fishery protection vessel, Switha.
Home and washed and out straightaway to see the famous Hearts. And we knocked in five goals! First time since back here.
And I was wearing the same t-shirt as on that famous day! No, that really is a coincidence, I do change my clothes quite regularly. And frequently! When on land, anyway.