The time is 0900 on Wednesday, 25th July. There is not a breath of wind, but I expect a breeze will set in by about mid-morning as the land heats up.
I awoke before sunrise and listened to the shipping forecast which happened to be ten minutes after high water.
According to the forecast I can expect a variable force 3, increasing to 4 from the north.
As I ate breakfast I heard geese, skylarks, terns and a pheasant. The sun peeped over the river bank, and as it rose it changed colour from bright scarlet to vivid orange, finally becoming a dazzling, blinding golden ball.
Four sport fishing boats motored by, and following in their wakes there was a small trawler. Three German yachts anchored nearby broke out their anchors and joined the procession to sea.
As there was no way I could follow under sail, I resigned myself to sponging dew from the decks and tidying the boat.
Low water will be at 1116 which leaves little choice, except to wait for the wind. Maybe there will be enough for sailing seaward against the incoming tide.
2030 Trailer sailing is quite amazing. Here I am at home with the boat unpacked and tucked away for the night.
A lot has happened since 1050 when I got underway. This was possible because a light wind sprang up from the southeast.
The last of the ebb saw us clear of Branklet Spit at the entrance of the River Roach. From there it was a matter of tacking to and fro with the intention of reaching the Inner Crouch Buoy before we would be swept up river towards Burnham.
For twenty minutes we made no progress whatsoever, but the process of tacking was very enjoyable. There was plenty to see, what with loads of yachts and hordes of juniors racing Lasers and Toppers. Several safety boats were kept busy towing strays back to the start line.
Our speed downwind through the moorings was breathtaking, considering only half of the jib was set. I rapidly prepared the boat for mooring in the Yacht Harbour, and started the outboard.
It soon became clear that I could put 'Sandpiper' on the slipway straightaway. In no time at all she was on her tailer, ready for being prepared for the road.