Moored to a buoy in Pyefleet Creek – between Mersea and the mainland – it cannot get better than this. A perfect evening, listening to Tchaikovsky from the Proms, the violin concerto which my mother loved, and a glass of wine, well, several actually ...
Although, there is a very low tide tonight, and I have just noticed that there is less than a foot of water between the keel and the sea floor with another two feet of falling tide to go…
Ah well, I certainly don’t intend to be going anywhere this evening.
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