

Anyone who is used to sailing in Britain knows that the tides are anti social....which means early starts. Well not this time, we had a leisurely breakfast at 9am in the shadow of Old Harry Rocks. We raised the anchor at 11am and pottered round the Jurassic coast, with its spectacular folds of land and outbursts of brillant white limestone. We spent a lazy afternoon in Warbarrow Bay...which I can only describe as a remote but stunning hidden gem. The afternoon activity was learning how to inflate our brand new dinghy.....which was much easier after the instructions had been read. We then had an explore ashore. Kevin and i had sussed out that we needed to take our shoes and socks off to get onto land. So we were already. The dinghy crunched on the pebbled beach..we were about to jump ashore and in came a 1ft tsumani wave drenching us and the carefully stowed shoes and socks. Invigorating walk ashore which was rewarded by spectacular views. We raised the anchor about 5pm and poottled to Weymouth. Moored next to our friends: Mr G, Francis, Steve and Sue and had pre dinner drinks whilst Mags conducted tours of the new cooker. Tasty meal followed... life is tough.