Rowlocks found

Out and about with MrB to that Leith to pay in boat money. And over there I had a sit out at Mimi's with the son, hearing about his long weekend which was mostly spent indoors - he wasn't well, poor lad.
Back to the harbour - I need to press the other inflatable into service but the oars were on the boat. Bad planning that. And then there were rowlocks to find. I was so happy to lay my hands on them, as you can imagine. And that really was about it.
Another episode of Thatcher. Looking back at the Falklands: like many I was appalled at the time at what seemed like another piece of ineptitude - the whole withdrawal of the Endurance saga, the Foreign Office blundering, ending up with an unexpected invasion and the need to send in ‘our boys’ to clear them out with all that loss of life. But looking back at it now, all that detail has gone and what endures is just the scenes of the the men - getting their backpacks on and starting that long march across the moorlands. Quite amazing, really.
And then Chernobyl: what an excellent programme it’s been. There fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; and the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.
That’s something so it is.*



* the Ukrainian Чорнобиль (Chornobyl) translates to "mugwort", Artemisia vulgaris - also called "common wormwood" as youse know.