Timeless

Dawn broke and somehow yours truly had to get this lot into 3 rucksacks and 

and all kit on the pier 

to catch the boat back to modern life. 

No time for a swim today but he youngest member of the group took tome to reflect on 

the adventure.

Boar loaded and temporarily 

fixed with sticky tape

we waved goodbye to Moby 

and Loch Nevis

Norm and Roddy

and sailed away. Well chugged due to lack of sails and a massive diesel engine.

It had been a great trip and ahead lay 500 plus miles of busy road so we drank in the scenery.

Well, most of us did,

ok just two of us did.

At Mallaig we met up with Tom's wife Jill who never ever ages

bid our farewells and called in a the Dive Centre where the bottle Ton sailed across the Atlantic rests. 

All that remained was to drive back. Just me then.