Over the sea

to Skye. A lovely blippery photo of the Skye Bridge - nae post processing or as much a crop or straighten up, even. The end of a perfect day (if quite stressful at times) - and the longest day. Drove to Skye, got the boat on a truck (eek), got it driven down to Kyleakin, got it lifted into the water, got the mast up, got it over to the pontoon, got it rigged. And sat down exhausted.
And later, as the light faded, I sat in my wee cabin and read, and I actually felt quite far away and lonely and slightly anxious about the morn. But I'm not telling anyone that.