We slept surprisingly well despite it being a bit bouncy and happily by the morning conditions had settled down
The rest of the East Coast Forum contingent arrived during the course of the day with a total of five boats making it
We soon learnt why there's no rafting on the outside of the barge...
Two "small" cargo ships came through one after the other and there ain't a lot of room for them to manoeuvre!
We made a run ashore on the trot boat for supplies. It's a bit of a hike to the shop but OK. We were amused by the signs to Queenborough town centre cos there isn't anything there!
Back aboard my good mood evaporated when some complete and utter four letter word in a small Broom motor boat barreled down the inside of the mooring barge at about 15 knots
The resultant wash ripped the port stern mooring fairlead off the rail and, of course, it went overboard.
Given that, I discovered, he'd already dine the same thing down the outside it appeared to be deliberate. He disappeared into the town creek but when the harbour master went looking for him he was nowhere to be found and word is he'd cleared off down the Swale
My mood was greatly improved by beer, BBQ and natter with good friends new and old. Perhaps it was unwise to get stuck into the scotch until the early hours but hey, you only live once!
The rest of the East Coast Forum contingent arrived during the course of the day with a total of five boats making it
We soon learnt why there's no rafting on the outside of the barge...
Two "small" cargo ships came through one after the other and there ain't a lot of room for them to manoeuvre!
We made a run ashore on the trot boat for supplies. It's a bit of a hike to the shop but OK. We were amused by the signs to Queenborough town centre cos there isn't anything there!
Back aboard my good mood evaporated when some complete and utter four letter word in a small Broom motor boat barreled down the inside of the mooring barge at about 15 knots
The resultant wash ripped the port stern mooring fairlead off the rail and, of course, it went overboard.
Given that, I discovered, he'd already dine the same thing down the outside it appeared to be deliberate. He disappeared into the town creek but when the harbour master went looking for him he was nowhere to be found and word is he'd cleared off down the Swale
My mood was greatly improved by beer, BBQ and natter with good friends new and old. Perhaps it was unwise to get stuck into the scotch until the early hours but hey, you only live once!
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