Saturday 13 August

Today was decreed a rest day, so the crew enjoyed a lazy Saturday morning, but then they seemed to forget, but I enjoyed not going anywhere.  Skipper attempted to mend the puncture he’d inflicted on my tender, while Mate got busy in the galley, baking bread, flapjack and potatoes, and preparing stewed apples and some sort of chilli in advance of guests visiting next week.  I was disturbed from my afternoon siesta by an engine nearby, and was intrigued by the sight of this curious creature: is it a bird?  Is it a plane?  It doesn’t seem sure, as it flies in the sky, and lands like a large seabird on the surface of the water ahead of me.  Amazing.