An unseen skylark pours its heartfelt song out from high above our heads.
The wind sighs in the long grass on the seawall; and the 4 knot River Blyth ebb cascades musically down Stargazer's side.
This morning we had sounded our way gingerly into Southwold. To guide us in; a copy of the East Coast Pilot pinned open, with a winch handle, on the hatch cover.
Black tarred huts line the narrow channel...
....and fishermen bait their pots.
The welcoming Harbour Master waves us over to a vacant private mooring and takes our lines.
Cows graze in the field beside us. It is an idyllic scene of peace and tranquility. I feel my heart and spirits lift as I set out to explore.
A week before we had slipped out of Sharfleet Creek on a zephyr of northerly breeze.
We beat langourously through a sun filled day up to the River Colne...
...to settle down among the Colchester Smacks for the night.
A rising breeze carries us up The Wallet....
.....to the tree lined River Orwell.
We press on northward, making landfall at Lowestoft....
.....after a rousing rolling sleigh ride of a sail with a rising (F5-6) south westerly at our backs.
Helping hands catch our lines at the Royal Norfolk and Suffolk Yacht Club. We are set fair to make for Southwold on the morning tide.
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