Gone fishin'.

Another gloomy/wild/wet/windy/grotty day here. OK, just an average day, I suppose, and it did get a little better later on when I had to pop out to do a couple of things. 

I drove along the Corran Esplanade to see if anything was brewing, and after I'd taken several mediocre pictures the 'Glen Tarsan' came chugging through the Kerrera Narrows, bound for the (rod) fishing grounds if the men at the stern making up their tackle was anything to go by. 

Probably the best Blip option as the sky was rather grey and gloomy, though the sea was shining silver. The real Glen Tarsan is near Dunoon.