Date With a Dirty Lady

The day dawned bright and sunny but quite cold, so one had to wrap up.  Then by dinner time you're over dressed! Anyway, I sat for some time on the boat patio reading nautical tomes until the great man arrived.  The surface of the water had a mirror finish, the sun hung around in the sky without a cloud to talk to and a cormorant ate the marina fishes.

At the appointed time the engine starts, ropes are untied and as Eric predicted the propeller was about as effective as swinging three bags of mussels around your head in the hope of effecting a vertical lift off.  So we slowly wallowed to the 'lift out' to find out just what is stuck to her bottom....

I think this answers the question...

 Which, dear reader, is my task for tomorrow......... deep deep joy.

Here are some other pictures:

Oh yes!  She is dirty!

Readers from Northern climes please note although 'tis December the blue background is sky and the dark patches on the ground are shadows :)