My neice Pauline said that this blog needs more pictures, so here's two of "Christabel & Sheila" still languishing in her winter berth (with my bike in the background). Hopefully this will be her last night of repose. We leave at 0630 tomorrow, the wind is fair for Scotland, if this high pressure persists for another day or two the next stop might be Islay. Morrison's shelves are bare and I will not be looking for a grocery store for at least two weeks. It will take almost three hours to get through the lock and down the river to the sea and, for me, that's when the holiday starts. I will breathe a huge sigh of relief when I pass the outer buoy.