Fair Breeze

1993: the Southern Waters

An autumn holiday meant that we were aboard the week the weather broke and the heavens opened. Rank inexperience meant that we went everywhere under engine, except when the yard loaned us a skipper to do the sailing for us. But something must have been good about it...

100 days at sea and spirits are getting low. Not much Coke left, either.

Under motor, middle of nowhere, just stopped raining, just about to start again.

The paw that holds the tiller: Merrick takes a turn at Reedham Ferry moorings.