Going Forth of an evening

Late September and it was 23 degrees when I finished work. It would have been criminal to spend such a day cutting the grass, so I made a quick dash down to Aberdour and out to Inchcolm.

To begin with there was a wee breeze to keep things cool and the sea more interesting, but it soon calmed down completely.

 This warship seemed to be called Sean, judging from the VHF traffic. Sean doesn't sound too warlike, somehow.