Rocking the Boat

Our arrival into Scarborough had the usual audience from the local Yacht Club Bar. Our appearance through the mist and gloom was likened to the Mary Celeste as there was such an eerie atmosphere that evening and not helped by our red and green navigation lights failing just as we glided past the light house into the marina -- the heavy swell that had been crashing over the bow had forced some water into the fitting breaking the circuit. Anyone wishing to visit the marina we had 5m plus at the pontoon during low water just before neaps.

The gloom grew worse the next day as we awoke to fog all around us but this soon burnt away to reveal Scarborough in all its glory, well apart from the modern planning mistake of allowing arcades to poison the vista of impressive architecture that must have truly shined in its heyday -- for those who do not go to sea the different aspect of siting land from the water offers a new perspective on what you think is familiar and easily dismissed.

Apart from resealing and checking the nav lights we took the opportunity to finish installing the new radar reflector, a task which meant that someone had to dangle 15m above the boat whilst the local speedboat took tourists out for a quick blast around the bay. Every three to four minutes he would return and rock the boat with his wake making a straight forward job take a lot longer than planned, anyway job done and another crossed off the list.

Tomorrow we head north for Hartlepool, wind on the nose again though only if the fog doesn't return to haunt us.