I have found a 'White Balance' correction tool on line. It has taken most of the 'Blue Rinse' out of the affected photographs, in the original Rozijnenbollen post, and allowed the inclusion of several which were previously unusable. I hope that you enjoy Rozijnenbollen Mk11. Original Rozijnenbollen deleted.
Rozijnenbollen (Mk11)
A diminutive gaff cutter toboggans in over the Colne Bar.
Her skipper, ipad held aloft before him, seeking the deepest water.
Stargazer has rested for the morning, anchored off the Pyefleet oyster shed. The wind is easing, after yesterday's bruiser blow. Down to a 5 gusting 6. A passage making breeze. We are waiting for the tide to come fair.
Shellfish boats prowl the creek. Clouds scud across the sky. Blue to grey and back. The day chooses its mood. Maybe fierce. A dark squall blows through our anchorage. Maybe friendly. A lull with blue sky. The barometer, on the bulkhead, rises steadily.
Now Stargazer puts her shoulder down. Beating out over the swells to the surf line. Over the Colne Bar, past the Knoll and on through the shallow Swin Spitway. On the bottom of the swells, least depth two meters. I breath a sigh of relief when Stargazer is across.
The wind eases down to a southerly 4 to 5. The day smiles on us. We make long easy tacks between the Maplin Sands to the west and the Barrow Sands to the east. Working our way steadily south. I butter the last of the rozijnenbollen (fruit buns) and make a pot of coffee. My mind free wheels. Cruise memories flit.
Windmills
Deserted, wave washed, shores.
Roaming the open heath of Texel.
The colourful cosy harbour of Oudeschild
The busy trawler fleet at rest.
Strolling the leafy boulevards of Den Haag, in contemplative mood.
The imposing grandeur of the 13th century Binnenhof
The lofty, aspirational, spires of the UN Peace Palace
The ornate splendour of the Justice building
Stargazer forges on, into the afternoon sun. Inexorably, tack on tack, toward the unseen Kent shore.
I make one long board down to the Red Sand forts. Well off our rhumb line, to the east. I'm hoping that the tide will gather us up and carry us south west, into the eye of the wind, down the Medway approach channel.
Our gamble pays off. The tide sweeps us past the wave picked bones of the Montgomery wreck and in under Garrison point. The breeze lifting (swinging favourably) all the way. Tidally assisted.
On upriver Stargazer beats, in the evening sun, the flood under her. Skimming lightly now. Her sails well eased and bellied to catch the dying breeze. Making 7 knots over the ground. A grand finale to our Waddenzee cruise. I stow the sails beneath the ancient stone turrets of Upnor Castle.
The tiller goes over. Our bow swings in toward the familiar sea wall and its waiting pontoon. The lock gates open. We have a green light to proceed.
Stargazer is home from her travels. A new cruising ground tasted. The Frisian Islands. Gateway to the Baltic.
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