The Old Buoy

I’ve not been happy about that mooring that I’m on since coming back from my hols. I’m sure that it must have dragged in the gales as I’m a whole lot closer to the breakwater. So anyway, I went over and popped it onto Gusto’s mooring, seen here. But then the harbour sec and I went over and manoeuvred things about in the workboat - he’s adamant that it hasn’t dragged, and that chain has simply repositioned itself in the mud. Hmmmm. So I’m back on the old mooring and will keep an eye on things. That’s quite a story, eh?
Later, much later, we headed out to meet young H who’s up working in Edinburgh for a day, along with his unpaid intern co-worker, Jack. Great chats in the Cafe Royale and then in Henderson’s where there was a jazz duo noodling away in the corner. But, it being a Wednesday, I had to go on - The Diggers - and a large thirsty crew in attendance. And given that I’d missed the last couple, and I’ll miss the next couple, I decided to stay on and miss the last bus. Lordy Lordy. At 4am I managed to fight that McC character aff me as he was about to pour me another tequila. I’ve got a taxi receipt showing my route home and I see I paid cash. I think I may have a lazy day.