Mill View

A lovely still frosty morning with mist hanging over the Forth. After the usual paper fetch and some honeyed toasted crumpets (none of this is euphemistic) I took a daunder. A dander, if you'd rather, over to the boatclub as there was a work party going on. In the event I ended up just blethering with a goodly crew. And while having a fiddle on my own boat, I was hailed by Robin as a young chap wanted to come aboard and have a nose.
Noah was his name. Somehow a bit worrying.
Later, we stepped out to the Dreadnought to meet my old pal Johnny, up from Yorkshire for the weekend. So good to see him again and chat long and hard over some beers. How indeed did two wee boys get to be sixty?