Morning bobbing about.

Misty

With Ammonite

Severe force 0

They day we painted her bottom then sailed.

Phew, what a scorcher!

Yes we are talking Stormoway here. And 7.30am as we motor over to Goat Island for a spot of grounding. I mean, look at it.

For a fish factory place with dead boats Goat Island is quite nice on a day like this. Although showing Freyja's bottom to world in this state is a little embarrassing. Better than when it was barnacled though.

So we were hard at work, me handing Eve the requite brushes and filling the paint thing. Quite easy stuff really.

Yes, we went for rust red. Why not? At least we can see where we had painted.

And then out for a wee sail in the evening sun. 

We were exhausted actually, had chish and fisps in town and came home to bed - not even bothering to see Jason Kenny win yet another gold medals in Rio.

The day we sailed to the land of tob

Just outside Stormoway harbour, round from Arnish nestled below a monument is a lovely little inlet. I'd known about for sometime, seen others sailing in but always was a bit wary we'd end up on the the rocks.

Sailing out was lovely. We avoided the ferry coming in and went past the sleeping fish carrier before looking for the way into Tob.

What a lovely spot - once you'd realised the rocks weren't going to get you and the water was flat. And the mooring held.

 Time for a picnic lunch before venturing out and back - avoiding the ferry going out again!

Well, this weekend we tootled over in a fair wind,, Freyja aided by the lack of barnacles on her bottom. What a  lovely spot it is in there. Used Ken the dentists' mooring there to make lunch and enjoy the pleasant quietude that is that place.

Shall be going there again.