Mascotte slips out of St Mary's harbour, as we pass. She is the largest of the surviving pilot cutters. Out of Monmouth, in the tide torn Bristol Channel. Built in 1904.
Stargazer is biding her time, on today's passage. The tides are neap (low highs and high lows). We are bound across the Tresco Flats. They dry to around a metre, except for isolated crags (the named rocks and red-edged black dots) which stand to varying heights. It is possible, with sufficient rise of tide, to weave one's way across. An enterprise best undertaken in the last hour of the flood. That way there is hope of floating off, if one grounds.
I check the time, as Stargazer arrives off Tresco Abbey. It is forty five minutes before high water. We should have sufficient water to cross safely. I furl the jib, to further slow our pace . Stargazer tip toes into the maze of rocks. Making two and a half knots over the ground.
Watching the transits, to know when to alter course. Following the silver 'path' of the sand, through the clear water. Avoiding the dark patches of weed and rock. Watching the depth sounder: Never less than one point seven metres, beneath the keel. Two metres, three, four. We are through.
Love Bryher all of it from Rushy Bay to Hell Bay and the top end wild and little height to anything that grows due to the unfavourable conditions open to the Atlantic winds and storms.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to your explorations.
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