Where Next?

Stargazer forges north as the sun rises. We weighed anchor, in the still of the pre-dawn twilight, to catch our tide.

Our, long anticipated, summer cruise is under way.

Out across the open expanse of  the Thames Estuary we sail; weaving our serpentine way through the spit ways between its hidden sand banks.The low Essex and Suffolk shores are a smudge on the horizon to port.

Ahead, the cranes of Felixstowe peep over the tower topped shoulder of Walton's Naze. A confetti of dolls house beach huts adorn the shoreline at the tower's foot.

We harden sheets and beat in towards the River Orwell. Scenting our way in down the Medusa Channel. Depth is marginal, but we have a rising tide. Stargazer casts to port and starboard feeling her way in. A 23 knot squall heels us, reducing our draft. 

We romp into the shelter of the the toy town Harwich foreshore....

.....and glide up this sylvian river on the current.

We anchor in the timeless tranquility of Pin Mill. I linger a day, listening to the musical chatter of the birds from the trees, and the silvery song of the river water - to wonder where this cruise will lead us next.