And so it was as we left Rosyth just near Edinburgh we headed out to Bass Rock. What a spectacle, and in relatively calm seas and very little wind. Gannets, gannets everywhere, all 150,000 of them! But some fool hadn’t adjusted his hat, his favourite hat I might add, and so it blew off his head, across the deck and disappeared down a stairwell and over the side of the ship! A burial at sea, as even after yelling ‘Hat overboard’ the Captain would not launch the rescue boats. Perhaps he did not realise this hat had been a part of my life since Alaska in 2007, purchased in Dutch Harbor even! If the truth be told it had started to fray a little in recent weeks and to be incorporated into a gannets nest would possibly be its greatest tribute. To my hat!
|The foghorn...and gannets of course, on Bass Rock
|In the air!
|Love the clouds
|Gannets, gannets, everywhere
|And more gannets, and some history or something getting in the way of a nice picture!
|Let the tribute to the hat begin...