Bloke on the water.

After having the turbine repaired the other day, imagine my horror upon discovering that the island is becalmed.

Recompense came in the form of remembering that I'd left the boat down the bottom of the garden for just such an opportunity. Took to the briny for ninety minutes or so. Drew hoots of derision from the wading seabirds and barks from selkies ashore between Fay Pool toward Gerra Taing. Those in the water were cautiously curious, a combination that had them darting below the surface at a moments notice.

Drew up to the wreck of the B98. A seldom afforded view from the South.