With the Birds

Well, the first mate and I got away as planned and the blue skies rushed to meet us. Inchkeith ! The birds were much exercised by our arrival. And the mate was much exercised by the dilapidation; if only Middleman could see this, he did exclaim.
Then a blow up to limekilns to find that good old Insto had left four cracking bottles of his Black IPA in his kennel for us. Sitting in the early evening sunshine on the back of the boat. Just bliss. Time to turn in, once I've finished this dram.