Homeward Bound

Day four of Rascallion’s circumnavigation of the mighty Firth of Forth shall commence at the more sedate hour of 10am, as we shall be joined aboard by the Harbour Master at Dunbar, Mr Quentin Dimmer. Quentin is something of an expert in sails, spars and rigging, and much else besides. Mr Dimmer will be happy to enter into conversation; he will provide particular insights into the life of a town such as Dunbar, so far from the great metropolis. The people are hardy and self reliant, and with necessity it must be said, are great exponents of ‘make-do and mend.’ 
We shall then sail NNW to the Bass Rock, about which little more need be said, and whose immensitude will in any case render one quite speechless. Our course will then continue due west past the fascinating outlying islands off the coast of East Lothianshire: Craigleith, The Lamb and then Fidra, that improbable creation which feels as if the Lord was playing with us for his own amusement. 
And finally before we alight at Granton, we shall sail past the wreck of the Switha; a reminder that the sea is to be respected and feared, and perhaps you will indulge the author in allowing issuance of such a reminder, for after sailing on such a well-found vessel as Rascallion, one may became rather carefree and blithe! 
At Granton we will say farewell to our passengers and say God speed. They will be returning to their lives on land, AJ McFlea will have his customary missives to sign off, and yet we are confident there will have been an almost imperceptable change in one's comportment: that distant noise, not the hiss of the omnibus  - could it be the sea? Lean back, close your eyes and there, on the air, did you detect a slight sharpness? Remember further: the bright blue sea and sky all around bathing your senses. Haste ye back!