Today was RAS (Refuel At Sea) day, Ian on Gosty Hill was coming down the cut and we waited to take on diesel and coal, much easier than a frigate in the Atlantic!
Gosty Hill arrived, the measured beat of her exhaust heralding her arrival.
Ian stood guard on the diesel hose while Ally(please forgive any spelling anomalies) watched the pump.
Mr B. pursued his own interets.
Refuelling complete Gosty Hill set off toward her home port, just above Claydon locks.
Now the stove glows and Marmite snores.