Occasionally there is a piper playing (busking) at a harbour when we're out on our marine rescue patrol. When I hear him as we're coming into harbour I always feel that he's piping us brave* mariners home. It may not be so unusual but I like to see him out and hear the pipes. It just adds to the atmosphere.


*Truth be known we're just stopping for lunch after blowing off 50 litres of fuel playing in the waves.