The day before

We arranged to meet up on the 15th, ready to set off on the high tide the next day. I had been camping the night before, so Sue and I dashed home after breakfast, I packed my bags, said goodbye to Sam and then off to the boat, which was being moored at Lymington. There were still a lot of discussions between the four of us on the best route to get down to Portugal. It was unlikely that John and I would be able to go all of the way, due to time constraints and the fact that France had been removed from the safe travel list. Should we travel along the south coast of England to Dartmouth or Falmouth, and then dash across the channel to the westerly tip of Brittany? One look at the weather forecast by Captain Marco and John, showed a storm coming in on Wednesday … so that was a no. So we were going to sail for Cherbourg, then the next day do an overnight sail to Roscoff.

With plans made, the four of us, Marco, John, Chloe and I went into town for a last curry, as you do, and a pint.