We were proceeding in a westerly direction hustling ourselves through Stormoway already bemasked for a talk at an Lanntair when I espied Trevor, him of the Artic sojourns en-bateaux and coffee making for me in 2014. Trevor and his partner had just come off Iron Bark III parked securely in the harbour. Tis a another Iron Bark from the last one I was on - glassfibre rather than steel but lovely looking all the same.
I was most impressed when the fine fellow remembered my name. I presume that's a good thing. Not sure how long he is here for but hope to catch up with him before he departs - probably for warmer waters. follow his exploits here.
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