Haze

Picture the above scene, interspersed with the deafening racket of a racing power boat tearing past at around 80 knots every 10 minutes; about as much excitement as we were going to get on the water this afternoon.
Very flooky, light wind, backing and veering as it pleased, rather freaky when near the odd ship's buoy tho and coupled with deteriorating visibility, it didn't take more than a couple of hours to realise that the bar was the place to be.
It's 1am and so still, quiet and warm. The Winter gales and horizontal rain seem a distant memory (touch wood, scratch a stay, turn three times, kiss a badger and spit to windward).