🏴Ballantrae on the Ayrshire coast. Reposting this as the owner of this boat, fisherman Robert McDougall, has passed away & his funeral is today. The boat was originally a lifeboat from an ocean liner before Robert used it for lobster & salmon fishing. He named it Margaret after his mother (my husband’s great aunt). RIP Robert #ballantrae#ayrshirecoast#boat#shoreline
[STORY CONT.] My hands were wrinkled by the time the Moonfish returned with the Porpoise who was dressed in overalls and smelled of oil. He looked at me, then at Lord Frostly, then at the Spitfire and sighed before attaching a series of cables made from seaweed to the Spitfire and disappeared under the water. The Spitfire started to move and Lord Frostly fell unbalanced to his knees and crawled to the cockpit. I managed to grab onto the tail fin and waved goodbye to the Moonfish who shouted "Now yous be safes now and come and sees me when yous want to come back to the futures once more". I had an uncomfortable journey to shore gasping for air between waves and I caught snippets of sea shanty songs coming from the cockpit. Eventually we beached on shore and I waved at the Porpoise as he swam off. "Ah Scotland!" said Lord Frostly, scooping up a handful of sand and chewing on it. "This is Norway, I'm afraid" I pointed out, "we have some business to attend to before I can get you home". "What business is that?" said Lord Frostly impatiently. "It's rather complicated but it involves rum.". "Let's get on with it then" said Lord Frostly brightening and filling his pockets with more sand for the road ahead.
TO BE CONTINUED...