Otter
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Done a silly thing last night. We'd popped down to Stone Point for a day on the beach and a planned night at Titchmarsh, but they'd got very limited room and at the last minute, with a lovely south-ish wind we decided to head back for the Deben. I guess we just thought "it's always light at 10pm in the summer isn't it?" We got to Harwich and it was murky, don't know why we pressed on with so many marinas to choose from, but we did press on and we only picked up the safe water mark by its light. Then the stupidness hit home, says one of us to the other "the red and green buoys are lit aren't they?". Umm, not according to the East Coast pilot. Fortunately we had just enough light in the west to pick out the dark nick of the red buoy and then it was crossed fingers and some old GPS tracks till we spotted the green. Then it was OK and we navigated by a nervous judge of the distance from the shore. What a pair of duffers, with a 2 year old asleep in the cabin! I don't subscribe to the "notorious" tag of the Deben bar but it's no place to be when it's pitch black and you've only crossed it half a dozen times, and then in broad daylight.
We got away with it but felt very foolish. Fortunately the sailing gods smiled and we had the most glorious 2 hour run up the river this morning with chute flying. We live to tell the tail but I still shudder at the thought of that red buoy looming out of the dark...
We got away with it but felt very foolish. Fortunately the sailing gods smiled and we had the most glorious 2 hour run up the river this morning with chute flying. We live to tell the tail but I still shudder at the thought of that red buoy looming out of the dark...