The journey home - -

10-40: Picture of Walton Pier taken on the way south in calm seas. Yesterday it was so rough that I did not get my camera out - it was even hard to get a drink and to eat; I also stood further out to sea due to onshore wind. There was a lot more wind than forecast, so the boat leapt forward downwind nicely, but it was hard work because the sea was so lumpy (some tide against wind but mostly just characteristic of the seas here) that it was hard to keep the (reefed) sails filled.

So I have I managed to prise myself away from Brightlingsea and am now anchored in the Walton Backwaters (again) - I like it here.

Plan is to go up the Deben this week and then try to catch suitable tides for the two long passages to Lowestoft and then Wells. The tides are right at the wrong times - either getting me back a bit early or a bit late - - - .

Brightlingsea - and hideous developments

9-30: Brightlingsea - the view from my berth: new flats, a barge and the waterfront.

These flats would be fine along the Thames - in a larger context. But here they are out of context against rows of cottages behind and the mixed waterfront. Not that all the older stuff is very beautiful - but that is not the point. I don't understand (and neither does anyone else) why such things are allowed. (Well - someone must understand - - ).

I had a good sail here from Burnham yesterday - and plenty of water under the keel over the short cut through the sand banks. The wind has come round to the north (just as I am proposing to go north!) - I shall stay until it goes back to the south or west.

Burnham yacht harbour

8-40: Burnham yacht harbour - large and comfortable - I am about two thirds of the way down the row.

I leave here later this morning for Brightlingsea - sun and cloud as usual.

Burnham-on-Crouch

17-30: I grow lettuce in the cockpit to avoid scurvy.

Today - walked into Burnham, which is very quiet. This is probably because it is one of those places that come alive for one week a year (Burnham Week) and at some weekends. The wind was strong enough to deter some sailors, but I was surprised that there were no dinghies and only a handful of yachts/motor boats. I am also surprised that there are not more 'posh' boats around. Those on the moorings and in the marina are nice and normal. Perhaps I expected Burnham to be like Cowes and such-like places in the Solent - and am glad it is not for lots of reasons.

Something different

11-00: I visit the Victoria and Albert museum and Camden market at the weekend. Both old stamping grounds of mine. I first went to the V&A with my grandfather 60 years ago. I think visiting the V&A with my grandfather started my interest in ceramics and in the objects of everyday life (as well as in feminism but that is another story). It has changed and the ceramics gallery is still closed; but the feeling of the place remains and the courtyard is open and shows the building to good effect. Exhausted myself looking at fabrics.

Camden has vast numbers of stalls and too many tourists - we explored the new 'stables' part and admired the wonderful sculptures of working horses and of the men who worked with them - worth a visit for the sculptures alone. But I exhausted myself here as well.

Back in Burnham last night - almost too tired to walk from the station - which is at least downhill.

I leave Heybridge and am now in Burnham

16-10: One final picture of Heybridge basin as I lock out this morning - I enjoyed being there even tho' I was ill for some of the time (BTW - I feel better if not totally recovered - but I have just done a 35 mile passage requiring some navigation (I mean sandbank-avoidance!)).

I am now in Burnham-on-Crouch Yacht Harbour - another nice place.

There was no wind this morning, but I left the Blackwater on the ebbing tide. I then took a short cut over some sand banks and JUST managed it - with the keel fully up and all the alarms telling me the water was too shallow. The wind got up enough to sail a reach into the Crouch.

Burnham seems a strange mixture of some very decrepid-looking boats and some ordinary boats and some very new - racey boats: strange because I had expected a few old designs and a lot of new stuff as this is (or maybe was) one of the great centres for sailing. I am here for a few days so will probably find out more - -.

I stay in Heybridge basin

9-24: This is the view out of the lock for most of the tide.

But I am really staying put because I have not felt well for the last few days - and have gone off my food - and ache a good deal. I am hoping to get out on the tide on Friday morning, when I will sail down the Blackwater and then up the Crouch, avoiding some impressive-looking sand banks on the way. Meantime I can lay about feeling sorry for myself and wander along the tow path.

Hideous developments

14-50: the notice says it about a proposal for lock-side development at Heybridge basin.

To which I add that it is unspeakably awful how insensitive developments have been allowed in some traditional places along this coast. Perhaps large and hideous flats (often bought as second homes or as 'buy-to-let' at unaffordable rents) are alright in large towns - Lowestoft / Walton for example. But not in villages like Heybridge (and also Brightlingsea).

Here every house in the village has this notice - I hope the planning authority gives a NO - and the developer goes elsewhere. I might add that a few small cottages on the site - to match the original 18th century ones - would be better than derelict sheds. I suppose someone makes loadsa-money from it - there can be no other reason.

Chalmer and Blackwater Navigation Canal - opened 1797

12-26: here I am in a rural setting alongside the canal bank.

It seems miles from anywhere - but is a couple of miles from a shopping centre and - maybe - an hour's drive from central London. Plenty of mud outside the lock at low water and a variety of boats here - from wonderful renovated smacks to dreadful wrecks. Nice tea room on the sea wall.

The wrong sort of weather - heavy rain and the promise of strong gusts of wind. Needless to say I am going to stay put - but plan to up and off to Burnham on Crouch sometime before the weekend - probably tomorrow at high water - the lock is only opened just before high water.

Even the Vikings were held up by the tide before the battle of Maldon (thanks to a follower for this information)- the site of which I can see if I stand on the deck.

I make it to Heybridge Basin

21.20: Heybridge regatta - smacks and traditional yachts racing - fantastic.

I sailed with the tide from Bradwell amongst a lot of others heading for Heybridge - hard work as I needed to tack - but the last couple of miles was a nice reach. I anchored to watch the start of the races. Then, at high tide, through the lock into the basin of the canal, where I am now moored. Hot sun and harder work than the words make it sound.

Bradwell marina

10-30: Getting the anchor up yesterday took a lot of patience. There was a strong tide and wind from the same direction, so I had to ease forward on the motor - rush to the front - pull in a bit of rope - rush back and repeat. Once I had the chain in hand - I drove off into the deeper water of the channel which pulled the anchor out and worked well. This kind of effort is the downside of anchoring.

Sailed in strong (Easterly) wind to Bradwell marina (but with the tide running at 2 knots up the Blackwater) - the sea was quite choppy with short steep waves especially over the shallow parts. I found the entrance to the marina obscure but it was high tide so I got away with going the wrong side of a red post. I also missed the pontoon and had to go round again - perhaps not surprising that I felt a bit tired and cross by the end of it.

Today - very windy again but a little bit of sun. I shall gross out here until the weekend. Probably.

At anchor off Mersea Stone

Updated: July 21st: 8-35am: Mersea Stone is a shingle beach opposite Brightlingsea - lots of tide and the wind has been uncomfortable and it is raining on Tuesday morning.

I left Tollesbury (late due to a minor problem with the electronics - a worrying loose wire somewhere, cured by banging the instrument pod!) at high tide this morning and could not decide where to go. So I went down wind / down tide for a couple of hours and finished up here. Hard place to anchor as it is very steep to and it is desirable to get a close in as possible.

I am disconcerted by the wrong sort of wind for the Thames - but I have promised myself I will not just go - whatever. Every day has some high wind forcast for the rest of the week - or from due south. I have spent too much time worrying about it and need to think out an alternative plan.

Tollesbury - mud, saltings and worry about the weather

11-30: There are a large number of mud berths here - with old and new boats in holes in the mud and walkways between them. Interesting - as are the large numbers of boats out of the water showing the shape of their keels. And a lot of wooden boats - some falling apart - some wonderfully kept.

Yesterday - shopping on my bike in Tollesbury village - and a gentle walk along the sea walls amongst masses of butterflies, taking pictures of mud. And all the time worrying about when to leave and whether to cross the Thames. Today - windy again but it looks as if it will moderate next week. No real inclination to move due, I fear, to harbour rot - - - .

I go to Tollesbury marina by way of several mud banks and a nice sail

10-15: Tollesbury marina: the pic shows the creek outside the marina with traditional mud berths. I waited here for water over the sill into the marina - by pushing the nose onto a mud bank. Very windy and a lot of tide - a bit more going aground to get off (I actually used the anchor to hold the nose to the current!). Then a bit of drama getting into the berth as the wind was pushing me onto other boats - a good spectator sport I guess - but some of the spectators were helpful. Very tiring.

On the way here I had a very good sail with two reefs and a broad reach across the Blackwater river.

It looks as if the weather is not suitable for an undramatic crossing of the Thames - southerly winds, too much wind and unpleasant rain are forecast for the next week or so. I will hole up here for a few days to see what happens - I have shore power so can surf and blog to excess.

London - trains - buses - admin

9-00: The wind looked awkward for an easy crossing of the Thames - so I went up to London (numerous buses, fast train and the underground - very tiring) for the middle of the week. I am now finishing my accounts and tax - and then setting off up a river - not sure which one yet!

The wind still looks awkward (ie from the wrong direction) for the next couple of days - but there is sunshine. And I still find it hard to make these decisions.

Smacks at Brightlingsea

19-50: A weekend of sunshine and wind - sailing a smack called Electron from Brightlingsea (not the one in the picture, but one very similar). Saturday - a race tacking out to sea against the tide , followed by a downwind leg with the tide to Rowhedge festival. Sunday - sailing around in a lot of wind followed by lunch rafted up to other smacks. Excellent fun - and thank you to Nicky and Jo Ennion and their wonderful daughters.

I was planning to cross the Thames this week - but the wind is forecast a bit too strong and also from the wrong direction: I have not yet decided which of several plans to follow - but note that I continue to play safe.

V. tired!

A mud berth - Blackwater

9-10: Mud everywhere and LA Girl in a mud berth. This is an unpretentious place - really attached to a boat yard. Several traditional wooden boats undergoing renewal - whole trees sliced along the grain drying out. A lot of old tugs and such like being renewed as possible houseboats with people living on them. Interesting.

I leave when the tide comes in at lunchtime.

I sail up the Blackwater

19-00: The wind was more or less on the nose so I ran the engine a lot - but at least it charged the batteries. A lot of gusts - but I got here - here being Blackwater Marina along the Lawling Creek.

I sailed in over sparkling water - I now look out at acres of mud and the boat is aground in mud for most of the tide. But I have had a shower - and lurked out of the rain again.

I walk to Bateman's Tower, Brightlingsea

Tuesday - amble past beach huts in the sun - eat ice cream and bacon roll - a late birthday treat. Drink coffee - driven into a shelter by an enormous squall with wind and rain off the sea. Return after it is all over - a bit like sailing really apart from the ice cream.

No blog earlier as I mismanaged the boat's batteries again so that the laptop would not charge up.
Written 18-50 - Wednesday 8th July

I stay in Brightlingsea for my birthday - -

- - and also today - plan to leave tomorrow to explore Blackwater. The weather is nasty - heavy rain and high winds. The view from my cockpit does not do justice to the lowering clouds.

Yesterday - I just hung out for a quiet birthday - I could not even find an ice cream in Brightlingsea to celebrate. I have now been retired for two years - common view is that it takes two years to properly appreciate retirement - we will see - - .
written 9-30 am 7th July.

I am in Brightlingsea - -

- - - home of the Smack Preservation Society ( beautiful examples shown here), mud, a hideous modern development of waterside flats (ugh), floating pontoons, a one design dinghy (raced with as much fury as the dinghies at Tynemouth) and more beach huts.

Arrived yesterday and I am tied up on a floating pontoon in the middle of the creek - can I face pumping up the dinghy to row ashore? Nastier weather than usual - wind and heavy clouds.
Written 10-10am.

Sunday - sailing to Brightlingsea

Written 9-55 am: Brightlingsea. Short passage following the coast to Brightlingsea. No wind, so I needed the engine - but I got the tide right and made good time past Walton-on-the-Naze, Frinton and Clacton, passing wonderful accumulations of beach huts all the way and two piers (Walton and Clacton).

Saturday: I find an obscure mooring up a creek

Written 9-46am in Brightlingsea:

On Saturday I did find a wonderful place to anchor up a creek in peace and obscurity - about two miles from mass-anchoring for the weekend. No anchor-dragging - no going aground - perfect.

Walton Backwaters and anchoring

10-00: I left the comfort of the marina yesterday and I am now anchored a few miles up Hamford Water. The tide has turned (to go out) and the boat has swung round until the tide turns again - or the wind gets up.

I tried to anchor further up the creek at low water yesterday - but it took two goes to get the anchor to bite. Hung out in the sun for a few hours but just as I was thinking of making supper the anchor dragged - indeed it did not merely drag - the boat behaved as if it did not have an anchor out at all. And it would not re-set. And I was being pushed onto a mud bank and dragged upstream rather fast (at least it was not rocks).

Much fiddling with the anchor and much churning of brain cells to figure out how to escape, as I could not bring the anchor in whilst I was more or less aground. In the end I motored to deeper water dragging the anchor - and was then able to pull it in - not easy.

I came back down river and anchored near some other yachts where the holding is said to be better. I am not sure whether to explore another creek when I have the energy to pull up the anchor - or whether to stay put.

Am I mad - why anchor when there are nice comfortable marinas around? Good question - the answer is that there is something magical about being at anchor - especially in a river or estuary. It has some problems - the need to have good batteries and be self-sufficient for a start. I have never had problems with anchors dragging as it did yesterday - so it normally seems very secure although it may not appear so. I quite like picking up a mooring but often miss - getting hot and bothered - and moorings are less wild and peaceful.

I cycle to Walton-on-the-Naze: another place - another beach.

18-30: Yep - another beach and another East coast resort. This is the posh end of the beach with extraordinary beach huts in serried ranks up the cliff. Very attractive - busy with lots of small children digging holes and paddling - with their mummies - rather old-fashioned in some sense but nice. And a complete contrast to the other end of the beach - around the pier. The wrong end of the beach is an old fashioned 'chips and kiss-me-quick' zone - but also crawling with infants-school children - wonderfully supervised by their teachers and having fun.

The town has a run down feel - some really run-down (but very nice 19th century) houses on the sea front led me to wonder why no-one has taken them over and done them up. The usual empty shops in the high street but also a good bread shop and butchers - lots of tea shops. A surprisingly endearing place.

Titchmarsh - and weather

18-10: The weather as I entered Walton backwaters yesterday - showing a mist forming over the beach. Why do I write so much about the weather? Need I say - I am totally reliant on it for fun - for comfort and for safety. This makes me much closer to weather than when living in a house and travelling on buses and trains.

Today I notice that most of the country is roasting in 30 degrees plus - whereas at Titchmarsh the temperature is a pleasant 22 degrees. This is due to sea mist, which is not a full-blown 'fret', with associated ultra-poor visibility and low temperature.

Pleasant day at Titchmarsh marina - cleaned the engine (to reward it having stopped) and cycled to the shops - now heading out to the local carvery for supper.

I go to Titchmarsh marina instead of an anchorage

20-15: But why?
I dedicate the answer to Andy Miller of Miller Marine - http://millermarine.co.uk

The answer is that the engine would not stop - yes - stop: most people have engines that don't start - today mine did not stop.

The day started with fog - but it cleared. I headed off with the tide to go a few miles to the Walton backwaters - pure pleasure - captured in the picture of a barge and the entrance to the Harwich channel before the nasties hit. It continued good with a nice reach into the Walton river - and upstream to the shallow part of Hamford water - saw a few seals and lots of birds. Found a nice anchorage - - and then - - I tried to turn off the engine - - .

It would not turn off - - and I did not have any idea how to turn it off other than with the key - - . Mild panic - moderated by the idea of ringing someone - I tried Andy Miller who answered the phone although he was sailing past Ratray Head at the time. He identified the solenoid - I had instructions about how to frighten it into working (after taking all the junk out of the quarter berth to get to the back of the engine). The wire fell off the solenoid, so it was not going to work - at which point I rang Andy again and learnt how to stop the engine with a 17mm spanner.

At which point - common sense kicked in and I decided to keep the engine going and go to Titchmarsh - about an hour's chugging away. What luck to be so near a marina with an engineer to hand!

So here I am - the good news is that the solenoid connections were reconnected by a very pleasant engineer and I am good to go again. It is foggy again tho'. Typical of sailing - with things going wrong and then other things working out - like Andy answering the phone and there being an engineer in a near-by marina.

Fog - and tides

19-10: The view across the Stour this morning at the time I was going to leave with the right tide. I am probably more afraid of fog than other weather - although I cannot claim to like high wind and ferocious surf! As I have decided to be prudent - I stayed put for a while and only chugged downstream (with no wind and 2 knots of tide against me) when the visibility improved. Anchored off another nice bit of shore, as I was going too slowly. I am glad I did as there seems to have been a sea-fog over the Walton Backwaters - which is where I am heading next. At least it is still shorts and t-shirt weather and no heavy rain here (forecast for Eastern England in places). I am starting to like the no-rush approach to (eventually) getting somewhere.

I did a bit of reading and planning - but not an awful lot else all day - apart from eating and drinking. I do seem to be managing the batteries more successfully than in Blakeney - I have been at anchor for three days and still have plenty of power left: I have not run the fridge all the time - just a few hours a day which seems to do the trick.

River Stour

19-50: anchored in the bay in the picture.
Spent the day sailing - no engine apart from keeping the nose to the wind to get the main sail up.
The weather is how it should be - sunshine - about 12 knots of breeze from the right direction - suitable for wearing shorts and t-shirts.

Sailing up the Stour

18-20: Sailing again at last: the picture is of the sails set to goose-wing up the River Stour with a decent breeze - a bit of reefing - even the tide was with me. I am now anchored off the shore - just out of sight to the left of the picture. Nice views - warm and sunny.

A tiring day - getting out of the marina was harder than usual - the boat was a mess for sailing and took ages to clear up - I needed to get fuel - and managed to spill a lot on the back of the boat - much running about getting the warps sorted out.

Intend a bit more exploration and then going off to the next river - the Walton backwaters.

I am back at Shotley

20-50: I have been away from the boat for a couple of days.
I went to my aunt Pauline's funeral in Bury St Edmunds - talked to my numerous cousins and my uncle. I then went to London to see my children and got back here this afternoon - suffering from lack of sleep - London heat - and culture shock. So I have done nothing all day except lie around on the deck in the sun.

Dovercourt - another beach

10-00 am: I added another beach to the collection yesterday (Saturday). From Harwich, I cycled along the coastal path and came to Dovercourt, complete with sand and beach huts. Like Harwich, this beach was unusually empty - the picture does not have a single person in it. The usual urban buildings behind it - mostly older houses - and a block back from the front - unusually run-down properties.

I go to Harwich for the day by ferry

9-45 am: Yesterday - Saturday - I got the ferry to Harwich with my bike. Fun ferry - passing the channel bouys and getting views of Felixtow container port. Harwich is - um - strange; a lot of twee cottages in the old town, but with an interesting heritage trail; it was virtually deserted - not at all like a Saturday morning. A lot of run-down looking 19th century housing reminded me of 1950s' Southsea. I eventually managed to find a shop and buy a loaf of bread! It then rained so I came back.

Most of the places I have visited on the East coast have had a 1950s' air about them in places - I am sure there is a story here - - .

Settled in Shotley marina for a while

20-30: View from the cockpit in Shotley this morning - different from industrial Lowestoft and the wonderful anchorages in North Norfolk last week.

This looks as if it will be a good and safe place to leave the boat for a few days. I spent the day doing boaty-things, including moving to another pontoon, scubbing the deck (a bit) and getting various bus and ferry timetables. The cappuchino in the on-site bar is the best I have had outside London - so plenty of potential - - .

I go from Lowestoft to Shotley

Thursday - 20-50: now in Shotley marina. Picture is of Orford Ness on the way.

Very tiring passage - left at 10-30 - tied up here by 19-45 - too long! It was hard work because there were wind shifts through 30 degrees - sometimes a fetch - sometimes directly into the wind. Getting over the shipping lanes was fine but exhausting because it needed a lot of navigation and concentration. I managed to get in through the lock without problems and am tied up nicely.

Another day another beach - Lowestoft

Wednesday 17th June: (I lost connection yesterday so upload this Thursday evening). grr.

A strong southerly wind today, so I have cycled around Lowestoft - watched the waves - ate a very large lunch - visited Orton Broad - filled the water tank - planned the passage to Shotley - and so on. I even went out to the most Easterly bit of England - which is a bit of an industrial wasteland apart from the wind turbine. Lowestoft is very urban - even the beach is urban.

The wind is due to go round to the west tomorrow and I am hoping to catch the tide southwards and get to Shotley (38 miles or so) in reasonable time. The Plan is to stay there until after Pauline's funeral - for which I am able to get bus and train to Bury St Edmunds - and expect to stay over Monday night in Bury. After that I shall continue on southwards - and can then visit the places I have missed (especially the Deben) on the way back north.

in memory of auntie Pauline

9-50 am:
I dedicate this entry to the memory of auntie Pauline, died June 2009; I think she was 85. Pauline was my mother's (much) younger sister and was a teenager when I was born. She nurtured me as a child and gave me meals and love when I got older.

I had hoped to see her this summer - as it is I shall attend her funeral next week in Bury St Edmunds. This explains why I am going directly to Shotley and then Ipswich (only an hour from Bury). I will see my cousins and my uncle John - my mother's youngest brother.

I do not have a picture of her with me - but the mascot to my boat is a teddy she gave to my son 30 years ago - so I put it on the blog in memory.

in Lowestoft

9-20 am: This is the view from my cockpit. A difference from my previous views, but the marina is fine with the best showers I have used. Lowestoft is an interesting place to be - if only for the contrasts between the slightly run down air of the town centre, useful shops and the sea front. Today - I am going to get out my bike and cycle around - rain permitting - and also figure out how to get to Shotley.

I go to Lowestoft

20-23:
The picture is looking back to Cromer, but is also of the sea.

In Lowestoft - the new pontoons in the outer harbour. I left the mooring at 8-30 and just had enough depth to get clear. Unusually - for the rest of the day there was a favourable wind from the NW and a favourable tide (up to 2 knots) all the way here. So (apart from getting clear of Blakeney harbour) I went at about 7.5 knots. Tied up to a pontoon by 16-20. 47 miles. The sun shone - but the sea was, as usual, lumpy.

Will be here for a couple of days - recharging the ships batteries and avoiding rain. I am then heading for another long passage - to Shotley Marina and then to Ipswich - for reasons I will explain in a later blog.

Mooring in Blakeney harbour

Saturday: 20-50:
Today - very peaceful. I have watched boats come out from Morston and then the tides. Tried to figure out how to make the house batteries last longer (switch off the fridge basically). This is a very good place to stay - especially when the sun shines. The picture is towards Blakeney. Tomorrow - Lowestoft - - with (I hope) decent winds and tides.

A mooring - the Pit at Blakeney

19-20: Friday:
I moved from the anchorage as it was up on a sandbank. I found and managed to pick up a mooring in the 'Pit' and have spent the day doing nothing except sit in the sun - and watching the tides - and various sailing when the tide was in - many local boats with red sails.

I am planning to move on to Lowestoft tomorrow - catching the tide at 7-30 - because the wind is forecast from the West (more or less). I will leave Norfolk with great reluctance - and intend to return - - .
(Ran out of battery - charged overnight - seems OK)
7-10 am Saturday
I am changing my mind about leaving because the forecast for tomorrow is better than for today - and there is fog around (apparently) today.

Blakeney at anchor

14-30pm:
I have at last managed to find suitable tides and weather to sail five miles along the coast to anchor in Blakeney harbour. Amazing anchorage - it had water when I came in - with sunshine, followed by a heavy rain storm - - .

The sea outside the harbours is still very lumpy, as it gets when there have been northerly winds for a while. The entrance to Blakeney was perfectly clearly marked, which was just as well because there was impressive surf on either side of the channel.

Plan to leave when the wind comes round a bit more to help me southwards - probably Sunday.

Question: is retirement harder for feminists?

9-50 am:
I have been retired now for nearly two years. I still don't like it, even tho' I have done a fair amount of contract work in that time. I do not like the loss of challenge, the loss of status, the loss of income, the loss of feeling part of the 'real' world.

But - you may say - you have surely gained. If you were not retired - you could not sail around and sit in harbours, pondering blogs, eating and drinking. This is true - and I would reply that I would rather have my working life back, especially how it was before the partial destruction of the University system c. 1994. I would exchange what I did then for even the good things about the now.

Question:- Is it harder for feminists to take to retirement than other people? Did we have to fight to get a career and thus find it hard to give up what was long fought for?

Branchester (by bus)

Tuesday: 10-50:
Monday was sunny (eventually) and I got the bus to Branchester - walked a bit more coastal path; impressed with the large sailing club and dinghy park there with (apparently - it being low tide) no water. An old Hunter Liberty 23 - like my first boat - ashore in the boat park - I was tougher then - I went to St Andrews in it without an autohelm. It rained then too!

Today - I got my bike out of the locker and went to look at the channel (again). But it rained heavily and I have retreated to do some writing and indoors-stuff.

Wells - plus wind and rain

Looking over Wells beach to the channel - walk in the woods Sunday morning:
8-30 am: Monday:
It looks as if I will be here for a while yet - a re-run of what happens every year - but this time in Wells - rather than Eyemouth or St Andrews on the East coast of Scotland! I am waiting for a suitable wind for going East and a reduction in the surf over the bar - but the tides are good from tomorrow onwards for about a week.

The danger - apart from going nuts - is setting off too soon and finishing up in rough seas with wind from the wrong direction.

So here I am - - yet it is hard - I can amuse myself doing things like emails, blogging, reading, planning, cleaning, clearing up, eating - not to mention various expeditions by (free) bus up and down the coast. I study the weather forecasts and choose the best to believe - but even that does not stop the rain or cause the wind to come from the right direction. I am managing to ward off hysteria at the prospect of being here for days and days - - .

To add to the problems - the internet connection is fine in the morning but goes dead in the evening so I cannot even surf the web.

Nice anchorage - pity about the wind

8-45pm:
Friday: A frustrating day. I thought the surf had gone down - I even walked out to the channel buoy to check it out. I decided to move on to Blakeney and when I got back to the boat I re-positioned the anchor (which was not actually a good idea but it seemed good at the time) and prepared to go when the tide came in.

However - - before I was afloat - the wind came up from the East - the surf came back and the boat was not in a sheltered place any more.

After a bit of umming and argghing (why is it so difficult - even upsetting - to make the right decision when circumstances change - or maybe it was the wrong decision to think of leaving as the wind continues in the North and East - ) I decided to return to the comfort of the pontoons to sit out the forecast rain and wind. I had a big fight to get the anchor up - largely because I had moved it and had too much rope out as part of moving the anchor - and was pulling against the wind and tide.

So here I am - back in view of the webcam at Wells until the surf goes down and the wind changes.

Nice anchorage - pity about the surf

19-30 pm:
At anchor behind the LifeBoat Station.

Watched the tide go out and in and out again - wandered around at low tide and took advice on the surf from the Beach Watch staff. Put in waypoints and studied the charts for the leg to Lowestoft - but otherwise have done nothing apart from eat and drink. Very cold - no sun. The weather forecast no better and I need to be self-disciplined to stay and not risk it over the surf - how wise - - .

Another day - another place to have to anchor

20-20 pm:
The weather and surf has kept me in Wells. I tried to leave at 14-00 (two hours before high tide) - made my way down the channel and then saw the surf on the bar. I decided to anchor instead of going back - and try again tomorrow. I noticed a small area behind a spit of shingle - opposite the Lifeboat House - so there I am - with better reception on the Net than in harbour.

The weather looks much the same for tomorrow - I will probably investigate and stay at anchor; there have been northerlies for some days - so I suspect the bar will not improve until the wind really drops.

Sigh - at least I have moved.

Another day - another beach - and birds

8-45 am:
Monday - bus to Moreston - exploration of the creeks and boats and a walk along part of the coastal path.

Tuesday - bus to Cley - walked along another bit of coastal path to the beach - a gravel bank stretching miles along the coast. The picture shows East towards Cromer - the view behind me goes all the way to Blakeney point.

The coastal path passes through top birding territory - not quite my scene but saw many avocets, one wren, one egret and a heron, not to mention oyster catchers, gulls, geese and many that I could not recognise. Came back dusty and hot - to clear up ready for a short sail on Wednesday unless the weather does bad things.

Sea side holiday in Wells

8-30PM: Sunday - sea side holiday: train to the beach reminding me of a smaller one that ran in Southsea in the 1950s - yea - I was a child then. Walked along the beach and through the woods, which reminded me of the beaches in Fife - Tentsmuir forest and beach - in the 1970s and '80s. Walked back watching the tide go out and the surf over the bar. Very sunny: very windy: very cold. Grossed out in the cockpit for the rest of the day - and said goodbye to various people I have met here. Wells is now very empty - with the end of the school holiday - but the sun shines - -

I continue to feel strangely uneasy at staying so long - guilt at it being so pleasant and sunny - and safe. I have sheets of tidal calculations suggesting that I cannot get easily on the tide to Lowestoft until the end of the week. The weather forecast is for strong NE winds - which will be hard work - so maybe this is the calm before an effort.