The morning greeted us with a fine day for messing about on the river, so that’s what we did. Motoring out around the islands and past the oyster farms was a treat, topped off by spotting a couple of dolphins frolicking in the bay. Mooring the damn thing was a different matter. Approaching our selected beach, I cut the engine and hoped to drift to the shore, but the tidal current had other ideas and we drifted towards another boat. With not a thought for the clothes I was wearing, or the wallet in my pocket, I jumped into the water of unknown depth and fell backwards. With only my pride dented, shorts and content wet, the boat was on the shore. Pity it kept drifting off in the current.
The next stop was much more like it, easily moored up, pelicans nearby and a rope swing over the water, my faith in boating was semi-restored.
Finally, and I don’t mean to go on about the mozzies, but they seem to be attracted to repellent and are literally biting through clothes to get to the skin, I mean what are we meant to do?
Maybe we do share similar genes after all, well in the nautical department anyway – we too have had many ‘eventful’ boat trips!
Well after my day at the seas edge too I’ve caught up with your postings. My day was on the mud flats of Deeside –birding (did see a stoat)and many degrees less than you. There were marsh midges out but they didn’t bite-yet.
We will need an evaluation of campervaning after you’ve been doing it for two weeks,to see if it is still a good idea for NZ
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