The journey to Burnham-on-Crouch, when it came, also involved crabbing - across strong tides. You point the boat's nose in what looks like the wrong direction in order to compensate for the tide pushing you. There was little wind, so it was a day of motoring from buoy to buoy, in a zigzag route around potentially dangerous sandbanks - hard sand that can break boats. The shallowest bit is the Swin Spitway, and today the least depth under our keel was 3.3m in calm conditions. The first time we crossed it, several years ago in our previous boat, was another matter. Half the depth, in big winds and waves; a very scary initiation.
After a very straightforward journey we arrived at Burnham, which is a handsome town and another yachtie's paradise. We efficiently moored up in the enormous yacht harbour, completed the normal arrival tasks, helped a Dutch man with his route plan to Ramsgate, and devoured an excellent bean salad. Unfortunately the harbour restaurant was having a Grease Tribute night, so no drinks for us - fortunately our mooring is far enough away that we can't hear it.
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