Red Sails

An unexpectedly lovely day - warm and calm. Colin came to lunch and we (tried to ) put the world to right over hummus and pittas. After he'd gone we nipped down to Kitchen Cove for a swim - not as cold as last week and rather pleasant once in. Lots going on - the traditional boat with red sails was just setting off, and another boat had just come in dispatching its crew into the small dingy just appearing far right. There were two other swimmers (we reckon it was a spur of the moment thing for she was definitely in her knickers) and four more mature people were encamped on the last bits of sand surrounded by the full paraphernalia - the tide high.

By the way, no woks were actually involved in yesterday's exhibition!