Bumming About

Well, it would have been great to head away but tings have conspired against such a happening. The boat needs cleaned, there’s paperwork to complete, but my suspicions are that the skipper has promised yet another final night to other boaties as he’s a sociable cove.
So, I’m just being a tourist. Y’know, an ice cream, a walk round the promontory, a beer, a walk up to the clock tower, a sit in the sun, a read. The place seems almost tailor made for it.