'Morning, landlubbers

So evening found us in Lamlash, at the back of Holy Isle off Arran. Fine and sunny, we ventured ashore for a beer before heading back to the boat for venison steaks and new tatties. And I tell you, we were wiped.
So, morning arrived and we groggily looked out at Holy Isle, sitting there floating in the water. Under way just after 9am and down past Pladda light and round the south - the wind stubbornly staying on our nose. Veering, that is, from SE to SW and eventually to NW - but strengthening too so that we ended up anchoring up in Carradale bay - the moorings at the village being too exposed. Out with the can of the famous cassoulet! Jimmie turned in and I sat out and read - the sky never really darkens and I was surrounded by a rare tranquility. All those of you who turn your noses up at a Kindle paper white - yer wrang!