Mary, 90 years young

Covesea Village revisited. It's been one year and two days since last we were here. Since than Mary Hovenden has had her 90th birthday. You remember, it was she who had to inform these ignorant sailors, us, that on the day we left Norway, terrorists had blown themselves and fellow underground passengers to bits in London. And we who wondered if she was going on about The War!
No. Mary H. is as bright and with it as ever. We had a pleasant, but short visit with her and sailor-daughter, Janet. We'll have to continue our conversation later...in Norway?

2:30pm and we're sailing. Out of the fast-sinking tide at Lossiemouth towards MacDuff. Where we can come and go in any tide we wish. A gentle, windless motor-sail, we arrive at 7:30pm. Quickly we secure "Babette" to the high, green-slimy harbor wall. And cross the street to the pub for a meal accompanied by the last of the World Cup football games. France looses to Italy, by one penalty goal. Time to put our Trinidad and Tobago supporter gear on the shelf.

Tomorrow morning we cross our last sea of the journey. The North Sea to Norway.