Day 30 on the water, Hartlepool to the Royal Northumberland Yacht Club, Blythe. It was busier leaving the lock this morning.
So much for the promising weather forecast of yesterday, I was quietly anticipating a great days sail, as we left the lock at Hartlepool I gave Sean a hand to pull all the sails out, but as we left the harbour it became immediately obvious that the promised wind just wasn’t there.
So we pulled the foresail in with me muttering away in the background that more wind was promised for later. I can tell you the promised wind didn’t materialise at all.
There was quite a swell on the water today, certainly more than a metre, but this didn’t stop Sean having one of his busy half hours, washing and brushing up outside, plus doing a week’s worth of washing, which was then strung along the guard rails to dry.
When we were off St Mary’s Island we observed eighteen small craft all fishing, we thought we should call Martin on Tui up and have a little competition, which we did. We turned our engine off and drift trawled for about twenty minutes past the site but didn’t catch anything. I managed to call out to one of the fishermen and asked him what they were all after, apparently it was a good area for Codling.
We entered Blythe with a small flotilla of yachts following us in; I managed to nab the last space on the visitor’s pontoon, so Martin rafted up next to us. It’s our turn as hosts this evening, I have cooked a chorizo and bean casserole, and we have set a jelly in the bilges.
We have just been off to explore Blythe, which was no mean feat, the town is about 2 miles away, and it was after four on a Sunday, so nothing was open. The only amusing thing I can point out about Blythe was that the police station, magistrates and solicitors are all housed in a row.
The Royal Northumberland Yacht Club is situated in the marina in an old floating wooden lighthouse, absolutely charming, full of character and charm, We only covered 30nm today, but I feel quite weary.
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