Friday 19th JulyMore fantastic sunshine had me grasping for a days holiday on Friday. It's great to be able to get out on a week day, especially before the summer holidays start in earnest. I didn't have much of a plan, however, I had said to Jewels that I'd go to either Wareham or Poole yacht haven for the night if she wanted to come along for the evening.
After my success with the fishing rod last week, I thought it would be fun to head out of the harbour and try and catch some mackerel again. No such luck this time, I meandered around for a while trawling for the little blighters but they were too cunning for me. Resigned to the inevitable fact that I'd be having Tesco's sandwiches instead of fresh Mackerel I scooted over to Studland and dropped the hook.
Now I know Studland has a naturist area so I aimed for a part of the beach with lots of people on it... Assuming there'd be more clothed people than naked... Wrong! After spending five minutes in my own world making sure the anchor had set and generally tidying up it dawned on me that there was rather too much wrinkly skin on display. Tough, I wasn't moving until I'd had a cuppa and a sandwich.
Around 2pm I lifted the anchor and tacked my way back to the end of the training wall. Once around the marker I was on a run back to the harbour entrance with a handful of other boats.
|A shipmate senior heading out of the harbour|
|Dredging the harbour entrance|
I took the straight route between Brownsea and Furzy Islands then followed the stakes up towards the Wareham Channel. This was feel good sailing. I was going with the wind and tide, on a rising tide, it felt great.
I arrived at Wareham Quay at about 5.30pm and rafted up along side Bob and Sally in a Shetland 570. They turned out to be good company. Jewels came down about an hour later and after having a drink or two we walked into town for a nice bit of nosh at the Red Lion on North Street. Good food at the right price in nice surroundings, that's all I every ask for :)
Back at the quay and things were livening up. Kids were jumping off the bridge into the river, the pubs were getting busier and the ferry had arrived with a load of brash women on board,.. time for a walk along the river.
|Escaping the rabble|
|An old friend|
|Tranquil away from the Quay|
Saturday 20th July.
|Tudor Rose - Another Hurley 20|
|The casualty retrieved|
|Walk ashore in Poole - A bit of luxury|
|Lifting and centralising the rudder|