Typically, of course, they didn't have what I wanted and I didn't want what they had so we left without spending any money.
Arriving back at the humble abode, we loaded up the car and got on the road to Essex. The journey down was the usual frustrating affair but with a pit stop for coffee and essential supplies was over in not too much over a couple of hours
A stop for a chat with Toby and Paul delayed our getting on board the and their work no doubt. After getting the kettle on, we left Mark scrubbing the bird droppings off the decks while Rik and I headed round to offload gear into the bosuns store.
Soon enough it was pub-o-clock and a very welcome pint or two of IPA, all the more welcome after the rigours of the Wolverhampton Beer Desert (not a decent pint to be had once the limited supply of bottled beer ran out at the venue)
Back to the boat at a sensible time and soon to bed. Given the forecast stiff breezes from Sunday on, looks like tomorrow is the best day for hauling Mark up the mast.
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