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Had to call off French sortie on Sunday weather problems as usual . Not totally put off though, didn't want to waste planning permission from her indoors decided to go to Pompey instead from Brighton. White knukle ride all the way but we made it to Gun Wharfe , we lost tender . TV busted , Pot pourri everywhere, 1st officer got a nice shiner hitting head on bunk ! Half a dozen broken glasses , reduced speed to survival conditions and damage limitation.
Arrived Pompey Large (sorry huge) Scotch rations to get our sea legs back . Lunch in the Tapas bar plenty of Rioja and Gypsy Kings. Then our final leg up to Port Solent via the mud flats and firing ranges , By this time Laurel & Hardy would have been better at the helm ploughed some nice furrows into the mud though !
I have never been so pleased to see lock gates, any port in a storm ! With the help of anybody in shouting distance we managed to berth after taking out the sunsail flotilla The Captain of the Nimitz class aircraft carrier would have been proud of our destruction in one sweep of the marina.
Now down to the really hard work drinking and eating all night with a 10.30 curfew.
Drunk marina dry sleep 3am. Wake up breakfast in yacht club decide can't face return leg so ship abandonded in Port Solent back home on the rattrler (connex)
ship to be collected when hangover and wind dies off. At least the boat sees some action and we are not afraid of the winter weather .
Arrived Pompey Large (sorry huge) Scotch rations to get our sea legs back . Lunch in the Tapas bar plenty of Rioja and Gypsy Kings. Then our final leg up to Port Solent via the mud flats and firing ranges , By this time Laurel & Hardy would have been better at the helm ploughed some nice furrows into the mud though !
I have never been so pleased to see lock gates, any port in a storm ! With the help of anybody in shouting distance we managed to berth after taking out the sunsail flotilla The Captain of the Nimitz class aircraft carrier would have been proud of our destruction in one sweep of the marina.
Now down to the really hard work drinking and eating all night with a 10.30 curfew.
Drunk marina dry sleep 3am. Wake up breakfast in yacht club decide can't face return leg so ship abandonded in Port Solent back home on the rattrler (connex)
ship to be collected when hangover and wind dies off. At least the boat sees some action and we are not afraid of the winter weather .