After unwellness and a week of Board of Governors I finally get back out to sea on Saturday. I go for a long, long reach straight out in front of the house into the shipping lanes. Big boats thunder by. It is exciting.
High traveller at start of trip.
There is enough wind to drive the Scaffie at a very satisfying speed. Her viking lines allow her to swoop over the swells without a care.
The weather is not great. In fact it rains quite a lot but I am feeling vikingy
Interesting how many terms have Norse origin
My segl and new siglura
Anyway it is getting dark as I elegantly pick up the mooring. The boat is bucking about a bit as I lower sail. I slip somehow and go crashing into the bottom of the boat, bashing my head on the thwart on the way down. This opens up a very nice gash on my scalp and the blood pours down my face.
I feel wonderful. I am a real viking! My genes tremble as I wade ashore after long sea voyage, covered in blood, getting ready for a bit of rape and pillage. Well, pillage.
Odin owns you all!
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
Neil, I’m glad you had a chance to get your Scaffie back out on the high seas. Looks like you had a fine time, except for the fall. However, the bloody head and face are quite dramatic! I hope you heal up quickly.
All very dramatic stuff. I do like digging around the internet of stuff, er, for stuff. I have been looking at Drascombes (Devons) for a while as I scratch my chin thinking about buying one. But which one? Lugger a bit big, Dabber a lot going on or a Scaffie a bit too small? It will take me months to work it out and the answer I suspect will be driven by the right boat at the right price.
In the mean time, I am enjoying your Youtube videos and now this blog. Most excellent work, well done.