Guess who?

No, not some alien pod but wee f. herself out for the count about 11.00 and gamely going for a second night under the stars. So did I. I left the hatch open.

Like the Solent all day, so many boats and in MY anchorages. Gave up and anchored at the north end of Jura but when the two boatloads of young toffs turned up and decided Jura was a stand in for Ibiza it was a bit much. When they put up a volleyball net and started a very noisy game that was it. Anchor up and away. Found a beautiful deserted spot on the west side of Scarba.

Did overhear that whatshername married Jamie, or possibly Quentin, or Rory, who owns the whole of South Uist! How absolutely marvellous! I wonder if Snapper knows....