An escape from from my usual punishment duties and an antidote to the Great Winter Wet which only stopped after the previous week was needed urgently, so pretending it was the middle of the sailing season, I pinched a few days to get afloat.
Poole Harbour is normally very crowded but was astonishingly deserted that week in spite of the good weather and settled conditions. Forty years ago this curious float was the Sandbanks chain ferry which is now used as a depot by the shell fish men. Quite a smart shed built on top where the double decker buses and cars used to stand for the short crossing on the Harbour entrance.
One of the few other boats out enjoying the sunshine
This old Wharram Cat looks very sad. Must have been on that mooring all winter. I wonder how much longer it will be afloat.
The first tripper boat to Brownsea the year?
Brownsea ‘castle’ in the spring sunshine
Inside my Hobbit hole. Just the usual squalor.
The oil extraction works at Green Island.
One of the 4 house on Round Is
This more modest bungalow is near Goathorn Pt
View from Brands Bay
I like Marmite sandwiches
No other boats, on a day like this!
Another house on Round Is
Sailing along amongst the crowds…
a distant view of Corfe through the morning mist
Another Round Is house. Almost like a housing estate !
The last night I spent anchored in the middle of the River Piddle, and in the morning (14 March) the fog was so thick that I couldn’t even see the river banks from the middle – and it’s only a piddly river.. .
No pics for then as the vis was so bad that I had to use the compass to navigate from one green stake to the next to stay in the little channel leading to the River Frome .
Apart from the fog on the last day, and a lack on wind for the previous day, the weather was mainly sunny and warm , although the nights were very cold and had me chilly in my two sleeping bags.