Are we there yet?

How far is it back to Ardfern, enquires the SK. Only 32nm I brightly reply, once I’d worked it out. The SK, despite her poor ability at maths, only being an accountant, quickly grasps that this will take some time. The boat, whose twin keels and skeg are such an asset in drying harbours, doesn’t really kick along much above 4.5kts on the engine. No matter how much smoke you manage to get billowing from its old diesel block.
So, given the blue skies from horizon to horizon, we got rather well browned. It may have been better to put more clothes on, rather than take them off, of course, but it was very warm.