This is just for those of you who like to look at the blog each day. You know that saying which goes, “No news is good news”?  Well,  I can’t let you have no news.  Sam the Spanner Man came and looked at the motor; he clearly knows about such things and went away to see what he could find: a replacement section of the gearbox; spare part; whatever.  He’ll be back tomorrow.  In the meantime, we now realise that our enforced stay here may turn out not to be as temporary as we’d hoped.  Could be at least a week, but we will know --- correction, may know --- more tomorrow.

A quiet day after a horrendous gale yesterday.  Davy and Mike have been reading; I have been typing address lists into my new computer and cursing Windows Vista with every key-stroke; Bill has been doing wonderful things with his little radio, Mike’s laptop, and his considerable knowledge on how to bring up weather faxes and weather information in general.  He’s a big asset to the team.

Enough.  Pub dinner this evening, after what I might well describe as two subdued and uninteresting meals today – i.e. for breakfast the remains of yesterday’s twice-cooked meal, and for lunch a humble sausage sandwich. Sunday roast?  No!