Taken on board the CalMac ferry between Armadale on Skye, and Mallaig, summer 1987.    

There is nothing, and yet so much, to say about my absence from here this summer.  I shall leave it to Robert Burns. But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men Gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For…

Still very quiet on here, apologies. To fill the audiosphere there are some noises below. Piano Shakey Doctor Yardies Game of Thrones, likesay.    

Thanks to Rosemary who turned up this report by Dr Paul Abel of the total solar eclipse day on board Boudicca.   It sums up the event really well, from the gloom of the early morning to the fantastically moving spectacle of it all, with all the crew up top as well, on Captain’s orders not…