BACK IN HARNESS

Take a look at who is back aboard! Iain suggested we push off mid-afternoon, as the weather was simply glorious, and head down to the boat. So we ended up sitting in the cockpit basking in the sunshine. Heaven! Absolute heaven!

For him it was being back in harness (ooops... that may not be a good metaphor...!) and for me it was simply sitting there, feet up with the warmth of the sun on my back.

An hour of this view - leaves still on the trees, colours starting to turn, absolutely glassy surface on the canal, shadows falling on the hulls of the tied-up boats - and my spirits were quite revived.

We'd only been there 30 minutes when Peter arrived! Out comes the whisky from the locker and Peter and I shared a dram. Wonderful!

He is in good form, just back from Plockton. He plans to have some day or weekend sails before mid-November and then he has boats (note the plural) up on the hard that need his attention... like about 3 of them in various places.

As we sat there 2 tugs, or a tug and a pilot boat, passed by just to the left of this photo. There had been a launch of a destroyer further up the Clyde today. These tugs were heading home.