Unfortunately the boat even sat at an uncomfortable angle, so we had to sleep in the club house, or one of us would have fallen out of the bunk.
Waiting for the tide to come in we ended up in a pub. Bingo,
Sunrise occured at 3.30am. Don't ask me why I was awake. I just was.
The tide started to come in during the morning.
Not enough yet...
Finally
And sailing.
3 comments:
amazing, I haven't been to saltfleet for 40 years, it must be the worst place for sailing in England - nice though!
Nice.
I'm also East Coast, the broads currently but wanting to move it up the coast to Blakeney, where it dries.
Much debate about whether it stresses the hull, I've heard stories of wooden hulls suffering from continuous drying.
By the way, the 'talent' in the pub didn't recommend that establishment for me! he he :)
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