Moving on again

So, after a week, it was a time to move on again.


Brighton was our next stop, an easy 4 hour sail along the coast. Once again our intrepid part time crew decided to come and join us. Her trip down was not uneventful. She borrowed my car and in her own words "a bit dropped off the engine on the A23". The power steering failed, but somehow the little waif of a girl managed to navigate to Brighton Marina car park. She then found the slowest bus in the world to Eastbourne and at that stage gave up on cheap transport and hailed a taxi to Sovereign Harbour.


Beer O'Clock ensued, followed by eat as much as you like chinese. Then back to the boat to further diminish the skipper's hoard of cheap French wine. I think we got to bed at about 1am (all in separate beds, I hasten to add).


7am and the alarm goes off. Time for the tide to take us to Brighton.


The wind apparently was having a lie-in, so we pretty much drifted to Beachy Head, but this gave the Galley Slave ample time to rustle up some bacon, egg & cheese butties. These were polished of just in time to admire the view at Beachy Head. Fortunately, everyone on land seemed quite happy today.

Skipper & crew enjoyed a post-prandial coffee:

and once again we goose-winged our way to Brighthelmstone:

Claire learned how to control a Genoa and how to steer:

and finally we reached Brighton and a welcoming shag (or is it a cormorant?).

Rang the RAC and a nice man came and took Claire and the car home. So alls well that ends well.