Flitting

D headed off at 07:00, loaded to the gunwhales with various necessities for four nights offshore. The water supply had at last been, erm, passed by the management, and they can take up residence on Inchcolm again.

I spent the day doing multifarious chores, domestic, music-related, and mathematical, and only popped out once to the recycling bins. So found I only had the early morning glimpse of D through the maple flowers to blip.

Later, they discovered that though the water was OK, the pump was not - a recent engineer's visit had switched it off and hadn't switched it on again. Or something. Much gnashing of teeth. They've got plenty of bottled water to drink, but will be unwashed.