A night in Baltimore

It was smooth 'motoring' down the river Ilen from Skibbereen to Baltimore. Josh and I now feel more civilised after a shower in a pub; our last wash was a week ago.
The men are busy writing in their diary, log book and perhaps Messenger. We have the wood stove going to dry our laundry which was washed in another pub.
Pierre, an ex-French chef, joined us for the journey to Clifden. He has never sailed before but neither did I three months ago. This is a taster voyage for him. The plan is to leave at 0400.

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