CPD
Well-Known Member
It was going to be Osea Island Saturday for a BBQ on the beach, anchor overnight then drift down to Brightlingsea with the tide on Sunday, then a gentle tootle back to Bradwell today, although this plan was revised to probably skip Brightlingsea in favour of a very leisurely day's chill at Osea.
Chris and Lorraine (friends known through Mr.Sabre) appeared on Saturday early afternoon, and it was fine weather, and the wine was a' flowing and the clock was ticking away, but it really didn't matter. It then transpired that Neil et al (Morgana) were on their way to Bradwell. Neil, Debs and co joined us on board. More wine a' flowed and talk turned to dinner. "Green Man" we cried. I have never been to the Green Man and been unable to get a table ..... apart from Saturday. Mick at the (Bradwell Marina) bar obliged but, well quite frankly, it then started to get a bit blurry.
Yesterday (Sunday) was rather more windy than planned and Bradwell having moved us to the end of the aisle where we were parked port side to, with a fine vessel that kicks to that same direction hadn't done us too many favours, but with long ropes and plenty help, off we eventually sped Brightlingsea bound, not however before having moved Pdream from one swing mooring to another, tied alongside Mr.T with Tanya and Oliver (my eldest) wielding boat hooks and determined looks and performing, I have to say, absolutely brilliantly in very trying conditions.
We genoa'd our way to Brighlingsea, were tied up by a most obliging messrs Sabre and Morgana and then water taxi'd our way to food. It being Sunday evening, too late for meals a' sitting, and there being many palettes to assuage, dinner turned into a combination of Chinese and Fish and Chip takeaways aboard Morgana.
It does make me smile knowing that Ben (my youngest) is, as we speak (so to speak), wearing pink nail varnish, and was becoming increasingly worried about what his mates will say at school tomorrow, just seconds before dropping off with that saitisfied "I've had a great weekend" look on is face.
With wind and tide against us, the trip back to Bradwell from Brightlingsea was never going to be great, but hopefully did quite the opposite for Morgana.
Plans ?. What Plans ?. Ben was quite right. What a great weekend.
Chris and Lorraine (friends known through Mr.Sabre) appeared on Saturday early afternoon, and it was fine weather, and the wine was a' flowing and the clock was ticking away, but it really didn't matter. It then transpired that Neil et al (Morgana) were on their way to Bradwell. Neil, Debs and co joined us on board. More wine a' flowed and talk turned to dinner. "Green Man" we cried. I have never been to the Green Man and been unable to get a table ..... apart from Saturday. Mick at the (Bradwell Marina) bar obliged but, well quite frankly, it then started to get a bit blurry.
Yesterday (Sunday) was rather more windy than planned and Bradwell having moved us to the end of the aisle where we were parked port side to, with a fine vessel that kicks to that same direction hadn't done us too many favours, but with long ropes and plenty help, off we eventually sped Brightlingsea bound, not however before having moved Pdream from one swing mooring to another, tied alongside Mr.T with Tanya and Oliver (my eldest) wielding boat hooks and determined looks and performing, I have to say, absolutely brilliantly in very trying conditions.
We genoa'd our way to Brighlingsea, were tied up by a most obliging messrs Sabre and Morgana and then water taxi'd our way to food. It being Sunday evening, too late for meals a' sitting, and there being many palettes to assuage, dinner turned into a combination of Chinese and Fish and Chip takeaways aboard Morgana.
It does make me smile knowing that Ben (my youngest) is, as we speak (so to speak), wearing pink nail varnish, and was becoming increasingly worried about what his mates will say at school tomorrow, just seconds before dropping off with that saitisfied "I've had a great weekend" look on is face.
With wind and tide against us, the trip back to Bradwell from Brightlingsea was never going to be great, but hopefully did quite the opposite for Morgana.
Plans ?. What Plans ?. Ben was quite right. What a great weekend.