Gave up on Scottish Weather for the time being and have returned home
the statistics are pretty gruesome.....
1200 miles on the Polo..... ten days allocated to exploring the Firth of Forth.
A short drift downstream to Incholm - four hours
a short sail up to Blackness - six hours
the rest of the time was spent driving around, riding the bikes, drinking whisky, reading books about Scottish history
- actually that does not sound too bad a way to spend a week or so - and I now know more about Scottish history than the average Jock.
I am pleased to be home, warm and unbattered by the wind
As soon as the weather man calls for some clear days with reasonable wind then I will drive back to the boat - even is that means schlepping through the night fired up on caffeine pills.
My father in law’s coble is sitting next to our village roundabout, it’s full of flowers now as well. I think they get kidnapped by a faction of the local purple rinse Britain in bloomers green army brigade. He was too scared to say anything, especially as the local brigade leader is swmbo and lethal with secateurs.
Boats with flowers remind me of despoiled graves.
It’s just not “…right and proper”.
Some years ago I saw an arrangement witch yet is unsurpassed: In a campingground was a rowingboat placed filled witth flowers and as the ultimate humiliation a fountain was placed in the boat!!
Oooh, nasty.
The only people who can fill a boat with flowers are non-sailors….
Dear Dylan
Please send me your home address.
I have become part of the problem (the 1 in 20 syndrome).
I would like to send you some money.
I do not use paypal EVER.
Keep up the good work, which I find inspirational.
Best regards
David