Fidra!

That was a bit more of a blow than was forecast, blimey, yes etc. We ended up running under a reefed main and no head'sil. See that, I invented that authentic looking punctuation. It's a headsail. Or a genoa. Anyway, we just about managed to go about successfully and a barefoot mad jack went for'ard to drop the main'sil and we skimmed in between hidden rocks to drop the anchor. Efff me, a bit hairy.
So, beers were cracked and we went ashore - a gorgeous island ruined by the tyranny of seabirds and the bloody RSPB, mind. A full moon came up, we enjoyed finest tatties and wine, and then the Edinburgh fireworks went up. What a place. And then we found Absolute Radio on medium wave. Whoah! Motörhead and the Doors. Look, I gotta finish. JS has just got the Divine Comedy on.
Right, who's on anchor watch?