NealB
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Jos and I brought Arendala, our old Seamaster 34 motor boat round from Limehouse to Fambridge, via Havenegore.
We left Limehouse on Wednesday (when it was still summer), passing about a dozen tall ships, and a Brazilian war ship, as they headed up to the Pool.
We had Stangate Creek all to ourselves, for a very still night, disturbed only by a few distant rumbles of thunder.
We awoke yesterday morning to heavy rain, and a definite chill in the air, but decided to stick our noses out towards the lumpiness off Sheerness, to find a fresh NW'ly, of, I'd guess, an invigorating force five (as forecast).
Having got that far, we thought we may as well continue, so we rolled our way along the Essex shore, to the South Shoebury buoy, then headed in for the wreck beacon in poor visibility: we didn't spot it till it was about a couple of cables off.
The main point of pilotage interest was that the very, very helpful lady on Shoebridge radio was emphatic that we needed to leave the beacon, then the posts, all to port.
As we approached the last of the posts, the same very, very helpful lady on Shoebridge radio, called with a very cheery "well done"! We felt as Sir Robin must have done, as Suhaili doubled Cape Horn.
We passed through the bridge at 1300.
I must admit that I wasn't able to note soundings on the way across the sands, as we don't have a plotter on board, so I was focused just on finding our way in through the rain and chop, but I wasn't worried about depths at any point (though Arendala only draws 2.67 feet).
It calmed down from the posts, and we enjoyed a wet, calm, passage all the way down the Roach then, pushing the strong spring ebb, up the Crouch to Fambridge.
I met a couple of very dubious looking local characters on the Fambridge pontoon: introduced themselves as 'Bru' (Pagan) and 'Chris' (Tomahawk).
All in all, a very satisfying trip.
We left Limehouse on Wednesday (when it was still summer), passing about a dozen tall ships, and a Brazilian war ship, as they headed up to the Pool.
We had Stangate Creek all to ourselves, for a very still night, disturbed only by a few distant rumbles of thunder.
We awoke yesterday morning to heavy rain, and a definite chill in the air, but decided to stick our noses out towards the lumpiness off Sheerness, to find a fresh NW'ly, of, I'd guess, an invigorating force five (as forecast).
Having got that far, we thought we may as well continue, so we rolled our way along the Essex shore, to the South Shoebury buoy, then headed in for the wreck beacon in poor visibility: we didn't spot it till it was about a couple of cables off.
The main point of pilotage interest was that the very, very helpful lady on Shoebridge radio was emphatic that we needed to leave the beacon, then the posts, all to port.
As we approached the last of the posts, the same very, very helpful lady on Shoebridge radio, called with a very cheery "well done"! We felt as Sir Robin must have done, as Suhaili doubled Cape Horn.
We passed through the bridge at 1300.
I must admit that I wasn't able to note soundings on the way across the sands, as we don't have a plotter on board, so I was focused just on finding our way in through the rain and chop, but I wasn't worried about depths at any point (though Arendala only draws 2.67 feet).
It calmed down from the posts, and we enjoyed a wet, calm, passage all the way down the Roach then, pushing the strong spring ebb, up the Crouch to Fambridge.
I met a couple of very dubious looking local characters on the Fambridge pontoon: introduced themselves as 'Bru' (Pagan) and 'Chris' (Tomahawk).
All in all, a very satisfying trip.
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