Red Sails

Out from Newhaven in J's fine wee boat, the Shear Darg. It's always windier than you think once you're out on the water, and it got a bit splashy. J is not sure that the old boy he bought the boat from has got the rigging quite right and you can see that the shrouds (the wires from the mast) prevent the gaff sail travelling out very far at all. A bit mystifying. Don't ask me - I was only along as ballast.
Right, that's enough about boats. What am I drinking tonight? No telling yis. It's got milk in it though.