Yesterday is now merely a distant memory and after pumping out the kitchen and polishing the lemons we slipped majestically out of Peterhead. Before leaving we decided to take on more fuel and needed to talk to the harbour master. The tooltime tim was in his little oily hole and marc was scraping black bile from the deck when that funny phone thing came on in the cabin. Ladder boy stepped up to the plate and did all the over and out stuff - dead proud. I was later informed that holding a VHF radio mic up to one's ear makes you look a bit stoopid. Bbl with the steering story! Nearly ended up deep in the foo foo and we're running for home now with the cabin doors wide open hanging onto ropes. Just off montrose now! Smoke us a kipper we'll be home for breakfast (maybe a late supper)
Ladder boy out
Ladder boy out
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