After coffee, and a nice frittata, we went for a sail, the ostensible objective being Gore Bay. A fine close reach brought us out and into the channel but then the wind really piped up, and right on the nose, so we dropped the main, raised the mizzen and turned back, taking a sleigh ride back down the bay and then along our shore.

That was tiring, but after naps we walked up to the falls, where there were hundreds of salmon thronging the waterfall pool, having made it all the way up their river of origin in order to start the next generation, and then die.

After that is was lasagna apple pie, and lots of conversation, with J&ME, Murray&Eline, Jim&RoseMary, and us.