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.