How we all managed away for 2 weeks was always fraught. Mum, Dad and three sons (my sister just didn't want to know) all fighting for a 'shot' of the tiller. We sometimes got scared witless (spelled with a 'sh') by and large had many a brilliant sail. I can well remember leaving Plockton one morning and dropping my Dad off at Dunbeg (well, well before Dunstaffnage was thought of...) in the evening to get the bus back to Glasgow for work next day....
... or sitting in Wreck Bay in the Kyles waiting for my Mum to come down from Glasgow after night shift as a nurse via Rothesay and a taxi to Rubodach ....
She left McAllister's yard (or Sandpoint Marina for the youngsters) by low loader today heading for a new life back on the East coast at Newcastle not far from where we bought her in Blyth all those years ago. She just got too much for my Mum and Dad at 89.
She had gone by the time I got there. I rather think I'll miss her.

Donald