After Waiting for the strong north east winds to abate, we found ourselves trapped by the sill of Victoria marina at St Peter Port, with the neap tides now at their least variation the low water over the sill kept us truly lodged in port.. Bugger!!!
Still 3.30 pm all our 4 crew were suffering the effects of imprisonment, Sam started to dance with a small austrian squirrel,, Malcolm started burbling aimlessly in his cabin,, I (bob) went to buy some beads and vowed to grow my hair long,, and Hilly hit the vodka,,,,,
Departure planned at 3.30am as there will be sufficient water over the sill, then a long leg, with good forcast winds all the way to (hopefully) Port Medoc at the entrance to the Gironde,,,near Bordeaux.
Come on Captain dont tell me you have given up the blog already.
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