Kinsale near the south west corner of Ireland is said to be a pretty and very important town in Irish history. This was the view when we stuck our heads out of the hatch this morning in our anchorage, I gather there is a heat wave at home!

From this scene it got worse, the rain started. As luck would have it we had decided to have a day at anchor today as I needed to get some work and jobs done, Paul headed ashore to top up on supplies, I think he got the short straw!

 The weather perked up mid afternoon and we went ashore to explore. Kinsale is a quaint place oozing history. Some years ago they decided that the traditional Irish gray was too drab so they decided to add a little colour, well, a lot of colour actually!

Like every good Irish town they like their Guinness!

For tea it was fish cakes made by our fine shipscook, fish supplied by yours truly, my first Pollock caught trawling on the way here (towing a washing line behind the boat under way with a hook on the end - high tech skillful stuff) For afters and following an arduous days work we followed the old Naval tradition of splicing the mainbrace,giving the crew a tot after a tough day. We lifted a glass to Dennis who introduced us to the evil potion in the bottle which at 60% proof is only drinkable well watered down with chocolate and cream but it certainly hits the spot on a cold damp day!