River Thames

Millie joins the race.

Millie, and I, and my dear friend Deaf Gerald got out on Sunday and sailed from our sheltered creek to, near as damn it, the Red Sands Towers in the middle of the Thames Estuary. The race start time was 07.30hrs BST. HW was 06.45 And we snuck out under oars from the jetty, (havingContinueContinue reading “Millie joins the race.”

Crossing the estuary.

1978 Thames Estuary Chart This has become an obsession of mine, to say the least. The Thames Estuary is more of a concept, than an easily definable area that one could draw a line around on a map, it is most easily defined as where the river meets the sea, but since the river, andContinueContinue reading “Crossing the estuary.”

The wrong beach

I had been sitting on this groyne for over an hour, waiting for the tide to float my boat so that I could escape upwind within the narrow gap between the groynes, and hoping that some friendly soul would happen by and exchange the time of day; none had. I hadn’t intended to come here,ContinueContinue reading “The wrong beach”

Reflections of the Schnark

The beginning The fires this year in Brazil and Australia along with the failure of governments around the world to wipe their own bottoms allow me to conclude briefly and without ambiguity that humanity will self-destruct. Right, got that out of the way. I find pleasure in nature, in escape from crowds, in discoveringContinueContinue reading “Reflections of the Schnark”