So here am I on another boat, after being on a boat for 10 hours yesterday and another boat for 3 hours this morning. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to stand up straight when I get off shore tomorrow morning.

The trip today was very unlike the tour yesterday. Today the skipper and first mate were English, all beards and sailor caps like middle aged men playing and captain. The guys yesterday...well Stu was wearing sandals, shorts and a stained t-shirt, long crazy hair held back with a Fair Isle knitted ear muff headband. Frank was a bit more normal looking but you could tell that sea faring was something they did rather than something they played at.

This said, the tour today was a lot more organised. Our skipper spoke over a speaker system that you could here all over the boat (including the open top deck where I headed again). They were better at operating their ROV, and they'd picked a really clever spot that was near enough not to lose the attention of non-nature spotter tourists, and have enough big obvious things to look at (seals, gannets, skewers aka bonxies) to cover up for the frustrating elusiveness of the otters and whales. They even went into a cave or two, and never strayed into rough water and amde their passengers sick (I never doubted Stu's ability for a minute, be perhaps he wasn't used to being around land lubbers and ferry loupers yet and didn't know how crap and fragile they were).

It was all wrapped up for 1, just in time for our skipper to meet his wife back at the pier and take his father-in-law (trailing oxygen behind him) out for lunch.

The rest was all queuing for ferries and getting settled in the cabin, but as I have to go and shift the car because we've come into dock, I'll tell you around that when I get back home tonight