After breakfast, paying the bill and topping up the water, we set off downriver towards the Roach
Drifting info the Brankfleet at the mouth of the Roach we encountered a magnificent Thames Sailing Barge
She was only just making way in the ghost of a breeze, we were technically drifting! In the end we had to resort to the engine and motor on up towards Paglesham.
I'd had it in mind to anchor or pick up a buoy and have a run ashore but it didn't look terribly inviting. There's no indication that visitors are welcome or even tolerated at the boatyard and in any case the weather was looking decidedly iffy
At the top end of the moorings I ducked into the entrance to the Violet (the creek up the west side of Potton Island) and deliberately ran into the mud, this being the quickest way to "park" so I could take cover
Minutes later the rain was rattling down and the thunder and lightening was right overhead. We sat there, gently bumping along the soft muddy bank on the first of the flood tide, for well over an hour until a lull in the rain.
Whilst the going was good we got going and nipped back round into the Yokesfleet on the other side of Potton Island where we could anchor for the night.
By the time we were anchored the rain had returned and I got slightly soggy but as it was warm it wasn't unpleasant.
We dozed and doodled around until it was time to put the dinner on. Home made chicken curry and rice with a decent bottle of red wine followed by chocolate gateau did a great deal for my tastebuds even if it wasn't good for my waistline!
We spent the evening playing monopoly on the laptop until the battery went flat. Jane retired to bed ages ago, I'm kind've jumpy at anchor in a shallow creek and probably won't settle that well.
Added to which it's rather hot and sticky although as I wrap this up a nice cool breeze has just wandered through the open hatches and said hello
There are worse ways to spend a Sunday evening!
Drifting info the Brankfleet at the mouth of the Roach we encountered a magnificent Thames Sailing Barge
She was only just making way in the ghost of a breeze, we were technically drifting! In the end we had to resort to the engine and motor on up towards Paglesham.
I'd had it in mind to anchor or pick up a buoy and have a run ashore but it didn't look terribly inviting. There's no indication that visitors are welcome or even tolerated at the boatyard and in any case the weather was looking decidedly iffy
At the top end of the moorings I ducked into the entrance to the Violet (the creek up the west side of Potton Island) and deliberately ran into the mud, this being the quickest way to "park" so I could take cover
Minutes later the rain was rattling down and the thunder and lightening was right overhead. We sat there, gently bumping along the soft muddy bank on the first of the flood tide, for well over an hour until a lull in the rain.
Whilst the going was good we got going and nipped back round into the Yokesfleet on the other side of Potton Island where we could anchor for the night.
By the time we were anchored the rain had returned and I got slightly soggy but as it was warm it wasn't unpleasant.
We dozed and doodled around until it was time to put the dinner on. Home made chicken curry and rice with a decent bottle of red wine followed by chocolate gateau did a great deal for my tastebuds even if it wasn't good for my waistline!
We spent the evening playing monopoly on the laptop until the battery went flat. Jane retired to bed ages ago, I'm kind've jumpy at anchor in a shallow creek and probably won't settle that well.
Added to which it's rather hot and sticky although as I wrap this up a nice cool breeze has just wandered through the open hatches and said hello
There are worse ways to spend a Sunday evening!
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