Monday 8 May
Still feeling less than 100%, typical after a prolonged bout of ‘mal-de-mer’, Mate persuaded Skipper to stay another night, ostensibly to turn me into a Chinese laundry by hanging all the washing on my lines to dry in the sun and breeze. Skipper later got chatting with the crew of Sestrel, who had crossed the Irish Sea from Peel in a lumpy Force 6, so vindicating the Mate’s decision to spend another night here. She passed a quiet day doing some admin, needlework and organising of photos of our journey so far, and they both enjoyed another evening stroll around the quay to a post box, watching more seals near the fish quay.