Does this a summer make?

Back to that boat. It’s covered in bird shit! Swallows according to a neighbouring yachtie. One of the lucky crew may well be scrubbing these decks if there’s any insubordination, I’ll tell you. And I fear that is a real possibility, for who has arrived at Salen Jetty but none other than DrD, who wastes no time in suggesting that my crew would enjoy his company at the public bar of the village hotel. And after that the rascal comes aboard with a bottle of wine when I’ve started cooking! Things are unravelling already I fear. Early start tomorrow anyone?