This morning's committee meeting decided that it would be much pleasanter to stay here another night than to ignore the strong wind warning and do battle at North Foreland. So it was a leisurely cooked breakfast and a few little boat jobs, before relaxing and admiring the views. Drinks and a snack at the marina clubhouse, then the three of us had a nice stroll along the bank of the creek to where it enters the Swale. Low(-ish) water and little more than trick...

An acceptable night spinning round on a mooring. Woken at 04.00 by a couple of Avocets sitting on top of the spray hood, tapping their long beaks on the cabin top. Presumably to break into their breakfast. Decided to seek shelter up a creek....Conyer creek. 9 mile plod, thru the lifting railway bridge (45 minute delay). Bridge Master was rude and un-helpful to the point of giving us duff info. Charmed. The entrance to the creek was 'citin, to say the least. Sti...