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Day dawns bright and clear. Bosun take a round turn and two half hitches on the Port thingy and we will gain half an knot and if we catch the tide in Pentland we can be in Belfast before closing time in the Crown. A gentile public house well suited to our sort.
QM give the cook a bell and tell him, nicely, I would like fried egg and fadge soonest. We must put a lining on our tummys. Looking out the window is a grand job and I have refined and tuned the Rules of the Road down to two; size matters and never enter a separation scheme as it only slows you down.
Belfast the city of my dreams, Van Morrison is in the Europa and May McFettridge is staring in the Panto. Happy days.
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