BruceK
Well-Known Member
So Seastoke has this new boat, he is itching to use it in anger and I hear it has three fun boxes with one named after me and it's loaded with cold beverages. So what to do other than take a week off while the kids are on holiday and goof off bobbing about while abusing friendship privileges and denuding his boat of excess weight?
So with Northerly winds forecast we headed off to the south of the Island to Ynys Meibion where there are a number of secluded coves and sheltered waters to throw the hook in.
Stokesea's new palace. I'd like to point out here that despite his very earnest desire to finally show me a clean pair of heels I still was able to outrun him despite losing a prop and 1 engine
Sorry bud, you'll need to aim higher next time 
The Swellies looking unusually sedate
We past Vicky Dock where the harbour master duly noted the unfamiliar new Sealine F42/5 was well exceeding the speed limit and put the details down in his Black Book of Transgressions with which he'd later accost the skipper with, much to my merriment and revenge for Seastoke had led me astray when I was still new to the hobby and innocent, leaving me to carry the can.
Passing Caernarfon Bar we were delighted to see dolphins before the mist descended and we were left to grope our way to the anchorage off Ynys Meibion. I threw out the hook when the chart plotter said we were 50 yards off but was unable to see more than 20 in front of me. Radar would have been a boon!
It's there, 50 yards off, somewhere
We stayed here 2 nights on the hook BBQ'ing on the beach while the kids let off steam and requisitioned the tender in the fashion of Swallows and Amazons
So with Northerly winds forecast we headed off to the south of the Island to Ynys Meibion where there are a number of secluded coves and sheltered waters to throw the hook in.
Stokesea's new palace. I'd like to point out here that despite his very earnest desire to finally show me a clean pair of heels I still was able to outrun him despite losing a prop and 1 engine
The Swellies looking unusually sedate
We past Vicky Dock where the harbour master duly noted the unfamiliar new Sealine F42/5 was well exceeding the speed limit and put the details down in his Black Book of Transgressions with which he'd later accost the skipper with, much to my merriment and revenge for Seastoke had led me astray when I was still new to the hobby and innocent, leaving me to carry the can.
Passing Caernarfon Bar we were delighted to see dolphins before the mist descended and we were left to grope our way to the anchorage off Ynys Meibion. I threw out the hook when the chart plotter said we were 50 yards off but was unable to see more than 20 in front of me. Radar would have been a boon!
It's there, 50 yards off, somewhere
We stayed here 2 nights on the hook BBQ'ing on the beach while the kids let off steam and requisitioned the tender in the fashion of Swallows and Amazons