Lossie!

What a morning! Out of Whitehills, blue skies and a good blow on the beam. How we scudded along that coast. We did more than scud - we spanked!
Of course, being a man that makes Andy Murray seem like the court jester, the cap'n was downcast. "We'll pay for this" he moodily forecast.
And fekk me, did we not. By early afternoon it was blowing right on the nose. And blowing hard.
Still, we got here in the end. Lossiemouth. The jewel in the Moray coast! Time for a step ashore and a beer.