Our 1st attempt at anchoring on the outside of the group of boats nearest the marina entrance was vetoed by an official in a launch who said we were hanging out into the channel and might get squashed by a ferry.  The arrival of a cruise liner demonstrated the point.  Our 2nd attempt at squeezing into a gap almost worked but when one swing took us within a couple of yards of our neighbour we de-camped to the other side of the bay and took up a more generous sized gap.  A lot of the anchored boats look abandoned or severly neglected. Makes us fell quite smart.

A spent the afternoon puzzling over my engine starting issue and have decided the ignition switch must be faulty. With surprising forethought I brought a spare switch out with me but can I find it? No I can't. The mystery of how things can disappear in such a confined space never ceases to amaze me.

Sump nut gobbler.

A nut that drops

in the engine bay

will land on a shelf

above an oily sump

the shelf can be reached

by the tips of two fingers

fingers that pinch nut

that spins disobediently

and is gobbled by sump