misty rivers
This is the Humber - not the prettiest river, but wide and busy. We were spat out of the marina into a fast flowing tide and by the time we got to the river mouth, a thick pea soup fog had hidden everything from view. I was in bed at the time being thrown around the fore cabin as we were bouncing around so much on choppy seas. When I came up to do my watch, you could see about 10 metres in front of the boat. We did a long night time passage from Hull to Lowestoft, arriving in mid afternoon in bright sunshine.

From Lowestoft we did a very short hop down the coast to Southwold, a seaside town stuck in a time warp. It's a very upmarket seaside town, with the classiest pier I have ever seen and beach huts which cost 22 grand to buy.

This is the river Blyth where we are moored for the night, it's surrounded by misty marshland, and fortunately we are moored right outside the pub......

These are the very expensive beach huts on the front at Southwold.

This is Southwold in the mist.
I shall speak really quietly now, because it is only 4 days until my adventure comes to an end. We sail back into London on Friday..... at least I will be very happy to see Mr L again.