We've been at anchor for more than 24 hours. Low water has come and gone - with water beneath our keel a healthy 0.7 metres at the mimimum, so we've stopped worrying about going aground. Time to break out the dinghy. It takes a while to wrestle it on to the foredeck and blow the darn thing up with the foot pump, section by section. Then we manoevure it carefully over the side (tied on securely) and Lesley descends into the dinghy to receive the outboard handed to her by Nic, plus the grab bag with portable VHF, mobiles with chart data loaded on them, water and oatcakes in case we get stranded.
One by one, inquisitive heads bobbed up around us, including a mother and baby, with dark eyes popping, necks straining to see what we were about. The seals are a strange foxy red colour, apparently because their fur is dyed by iron oxide from the rich mud of the Backwaters. We rowed away from them quietly and carefully, before starting the motor and departing.
There are numerous small creeks and byways to explore, with only the occasional yacht or motor boat for company. We also wanted to get a few shots of SIRENA IV from the water, and Nic did just that as Lesley steered in circles around the boat.
Then came the whole palava of getting back on the yacht, hauling the dinghy on board, using the pump to remove air from it and stowing everything. During that process we looked up and saw a surprising sight - a huge red and black cargo ship chugging towards us, from Bramble Creek. The pilot book says there's an explosives factory down there, and sometimes its supply-ships come and go down the creek. We were glad it hadn't turned up while we drifted around happily with the seals.
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