Dandelion 148

 

Stargazer carries the flood the full length of the Medway. Reaching Upnor village, at its equinoctial peak. With the river waters lapping at the front gates of the cottages. The slipway submerged.

On the opposite bank, the lock, of the former naval dry dock, remains resolutely closed. Lights red. Despite our vhf call, requesting admission to Stargazer's berth. The gates, part of the Gillingham flood defenses, cannot be opened until the tide height reduces. 'In about an hour.' Creating the time for a leisurely, cruise-end, pot of coffee.

The morning forecast check revealed that today was to be the last day of easterlies. Before a week of, sometimes strong, westerlies (head winds) set in. Plans for a Ramsgate reunion, with sailing friend Roger, are swiftly rescheduled. Stargazer puts to sea.

Inching her way up to the North Foreland. Close in beneath the cliffs. To dodge the worst of the foul tide. That we must sail over, in order to be in place to catch the fair tide, which will sweep us into the Thames Estuary and on up the Medway.

A watery sun pierces smokey air. As the day awakes. Stargazer is making two to three knots over the ground. Affording her skipper time to appreciate the shoreside view.

Out in Margate Roads, the anchored merchantmen begin to swing. The tide has begun to turn, in Stargazer's favour.

Our pace quickens. The Foreland falls quickly astern.

The breeze rises and falls with the passing of billowing black clouds. The day humid and warm. The tide our constant ally.

On, past the Swale Stargazer sails. Making six knots now. The tide urging her on. Running before the wind.

We round Garrison Point, coming up onto a reach. Back in our home river, once more. Greeted by the genteel Dragon fleet, out for a Sunday afternoon race.