Skinfast Haven

A grand sail, mostly in fine sunshine to Anstruther. We walked along to the old harbour at Cellardyke - the spiritual home of the fence collective, to get in the mood for a couple of beers. Which we soon got into.
As soon as we sat down with them though, it felt like the whole pub was swaying about. Not what you'd expect until a few more.
Right, we've had our fish&chips, and a brief napette. Time for tea and cake! And whisky...