Tranquility

Not much to say really; a combination of work and rainy season has muted the adventure volume. However a great sense of tranquility has descended on the shore. The tide is, yo, Tancha crew, like, totally, far out. The Scaffie, recently bailed following the torrential rain of yesterday, has settled brood-henily on the ocean floor. Interestingly, the anchors have dragged overnight. This I take to be due to the weight of the rain-filled boat. I will have to watch out for this.

From the deck

From the deck

The Leader of the Pack

The Leader of the Pack

It is grey, groomach and dreich but 27 degrees.

It is grey, groomach and dreich but 27 degrees.

How monie hearts this day converts, O' Sinners and o' Lasses! Their hearts o' stane, gin night are gane As saft as ony flesh is. There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy; An' monie jobs that day begin, May end in Houghmagandie Some ither day.

How monie hearts this day converts,
O’ Sinners and o’ Lasses!
Their hearts o’ stane, gin night are gane
As saft as ony flesh is.
There’s some are fou o’ love divine;
There’s some are fou o’ brandy;
An’ monie jobs that day begin,
May end in Houghmagandie
Some ither day.

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