Saturday Sojourn

After the gales of the previous week, Saturday found me on the Forth.  It had been snowing on the way up, and it was a tad cool getting the boats ready ...

However, five of us set off in the vague direction of Inchcolm.  The forecast winds didn't appear, tidal movement was surprising slow, so the Firth was as flat as a baby's .....



The biridge is now clear of scaffolding and huts.  This is a result of using some special paint, and the famous analogy of 'like painting the Forth Rail Bridge'no longer applies.  We carried on out the Forth, and on to Inchcolm.

And on to Inchcolm Abbey

Across the water, the shops would be busy with Christmas shoppers ...

The sun even made a brief appearance ...

And someone stole the top of the Rail Bridge whilst we were gone .. :-)