22_09_25

Another day, another boat job.

Tools and screws.

The sun sinks.

Ruffian is protected.

Brave local fisherman.

Nature eats what mankind leaves.

Trees with lots of trunks.

Pink drinks for Larry.

Ruffian on her lonesome.

The chain sinks.

We have a carpet of crustations.

Dawn in Cholon.

Iain sports a scraping injury.

Dinghy safari.

Sunset swimming.

In Fiona goes.

More work to do.

So quiet, so calm.

Its like an aggressive iceberg.

The shopping starts, but not this type.

Shop, after shop, after shop.

The isles are slowly emptied and Ruffian slowly filled.

Hmmmmmm. Sweet yumminess.

The anchorage is lit up.

Nothing smells like petrol as a morning wake up.

Dinner, dinner, batman.