Not on bricks

The only concern getting off the boat was whether the car would still be there or perched on bricks. Rather than everyone dawdling back, left Mandy, the weans and the Moores at the ferry terminal with all the gear and raced back to the car. Still there covered in sticky crap, leaves and twigs but unmolested.

Drove home in pissing rain. House not burnt down or burglarised. Popped along to see the continuing disintegration of the boat.