Anstruther

What a great sail (though the Cap'n, ever cheerful, repeated a few times that we'd be paying for it tomorrow). Anyway, we bowled down to Anstruther, weather improving all the way; great food en route too - mulligatawny and Mars bars. And once there, we tied up and cracked open a bottle of two. Who'd have thought that chicken jalfrezi went so well with rum and coke?
Ohhoohh, VP and cider, aahhahh, what a hell of a mixture. Sing along there. Eventually it was time to hit the sack. The Cap'n was still prowling about, cigarette in one hand, lead sounding weight in the other.