Neil tinkles the ivories

Rain. A weet pletch around Silda for the voyage crew and some chores on board for wis filled in the morning. A spot of lunch then we slipped ropes to head for Maloy. There was a mini parade of sail organized for the ships going there and we tucked in front of "Valentine". More rain, heavier stuff. Oilskins on this time. The mountains around us shrouded in a misty cloak.

We tied alongside "Valentine" again outside the biggest pub in Maloy. Why they had thought to put us there we couldn't figure....

Martha-" Some o da voyage crew went fir a wander aboot Maloy but it wisna long before mostly everyone wis in da pub. We're startin tae git a taste fir da lager, if no da prices! We hocked aboot an fan a piana in da back bar so it wisna lang before "Smoky" Georgeson wis haein a tune. Dat boy can fairly play, it got tae da stage at we couldna see his hands movin fir da speed at dey wir goin. Most splendid! Had a peerie fry up when we got back, the poor famished souls dat we wir!"