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Sailing By

It’s not unusual for me to wear five layers of clothing on the boat as we battle into the wind which always seems to be bang on Blue Nun’s nose so being on the water dressed only in - gasp! - shorts and a vest top is almost unheard of. We leave Neyland marina in glorious sunshine and head down Milford Haven to Longoar Bay where we pick up one of the two vacant visitors moorings. The seagrass beds here are a scarce and protected species, important for their role as fish ‘nurseries’ and in preventing coastal erosion, so anchoring is discouraged and today we have the bay to ourselves. It’s been a long time since we sailed in the Solent, but even then it was almost impossible to find a quiet mooring. In contrast there are no other yachts in sight; it’s just us and this stunning scenery.



After a peaceful night, we potter under sail back up the Haven and along the Cleddau river. It’s a busier afternoon and there are some interesting boats which have gathered for the 2018 Seafair Haven, but by sunset it’s quiet once again and we have the place to ourselves.





The next day we motor to the entrance of the historic Pembroke river and drop the anchor for lunch before catching the tide back to Neyland. We’ve only been away for two nights but time seems to move differently on the boat and we feel as we’ve had a proper holiday.

We then spend a few days with Rose, Si and Joy who in-between cooling off in her paddling pool enjoys a raucous game of hide and seek with Nana. Now it’s back home to west Wales to get on with writing and, with a busy racing calendar coming up, more running.


Comments

Flowerpot said…
Looks like a lovely trip, Chris, and yes, I always need lots of layers on a boat. We haven't been out since last year as C hasn't been well - shame as the weather's perfect. Glad you enjoyed it anyway x
29 June 2018 at 06:24
Clare Chase said…
What wonderful photographs - so glad you had good weather and a lovely time! x
29 June 2018 at 07:15
Kathryn Freeman said…
Now I can see the attraction with sailing - warmth, calm, sunshine, beautiful scenery. Not a sick bucket in sight. Hope you have many more days like that :-)
29 June 2018 at 08:33
Chris Stovell said…
I'm sorry to hear about C being unwell. I do hope you get an opportunity to get out on the water before too long (and hopefully whilst the warm weather lasts). Thank you! x

The weather made a very welcome change, Clare! It was perfect. x

Kate, I didn't even post a photo of the champagne... Tom's Father's Day treat, but I helped him drink it. :). No sick buckets - it was flat calm... for a change! x
29 June 2018 at 09:27
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