Rothesay inner harbour

What a gorgeous day! We motored down the Clyde (sad, I know, but the wind was on the nose of the boat so no point putting sails up), looking out for blipper backwoodsman as we journeyed. And I think I saw him! I waved madly at someone standing in their doorway, so I hope it was him. :-)

The Ards Man has met some sailing pals here in Rothesay, so I think there will be some socialising later on.

I’m still terribly deaf, as my left eardrum has now perforated and the right one hasn’t healed yet, so I sometimes just nod and smile and hope I’m making appropriate noises in conversation. I may retire early-ish from any jollies this evening.