Traditional boat festival time

The turnout for the festival was not huge, apart from a "muster" (or rally for the English readers) of Fisher motorsailers:

There were a few nice timber yachts and MFV conversions, a few needing some TLC and a few that were basically floating piles of rotting timber.  This one was lovely:

The weather was kind, folks came down onto the pontoons to see the boats (we had several visitors wanting to look at the less than traditional Nordhavn) and were in generally good mood. We cannot comment on the mood of the English accented harbour guy who was on duty to manage the influx of visitors that did not materialise.

To take advantage of the sun and warmth, before the predicted full day of rain and gales, we walked around the harbour, along a lovely woodland path with great views:

and up to Port Ban (White shore beach). Great spot. Very relaxing indeed:

The beach had some remains of what once might have been a deer:

kind of strewn about:

When we saw this proof of human BBQ activity (and how disgusting we are as a race in not taking our refuse away afterwards) we did wonder what they had cooked:

Back in town, the greasy pole competition was in full swing. Some of the younger inhabitants were trying to edge their way along an old flagpole which was covered in thick detergent with a drop into the harbour itself:

This lad did well, managing to get to the end but then he had to remove a beer bottle from the fitting which proved impossible despite lots of shouted advice and encouragement from the shore:

He was not at all impressed when he was called a Jessie by a relative. Eventually something had to give as he became more and more tired:

You can work out what happened next. The ceilidh went on until the small hours, we didn't.