Whitehills

Out of Peterhead at 6:45 to catch the tide, which was just as well as there were only light winds, and that was up the chuff. By the time we reached Fraserburgh though, the sun was out and a fine beam reach saw us skudding along that coast all the way to delightful Whitehills where Bertie still runs the immaculate wee harbour and takes photos of arriving boats.
So, we strolled up town to the Seafield Arms and sat in their converted car park in the sunshine. What a lovely little village it is. Back to the boat and then out again for ... haddock and chips again. But smoked haddock, this time.