Leaving Eyemouth

So, it was back, no, not back in time. Though we were in time, actually. Back to Granton. It got sunny in the last ten miles. Nautical miles of course. And a useful wind sprang up (or did it spring) in the final five cables. That's nautical too, though as it's a decimal subdivision of the nautical mile, it may be slightly suspect.
So, back to the gaff to have one of my favourite maritime treats. Fish fingers in a pitta bread! Traditional to fault, I am. Hee haw on TV but luckily I have a new book - The girl on the Ferryboat. A chance encounter on a ferry leads to a lifetime of regret for misplaced opportunities. Ok, that's yer lot. Blip readers, dismiss!