After a fairly horrible drive down in heavy rain, I arrived just short of 5pm to find Brigantia had not long been lifted down at the yacht station.
The lads will pressure wash the hull fist thing in the morning so for now we're sitting in the slings. I offloaded the ladder and some kit to make a bit of room in the car, put the kettle on and exchanged texts with Rik to check he was on schedule.
Just after six, I drove up to North Fambridge station to pick Rik up off the train and then, having chucked what needed to be chucked on board on board, it was off to the pub for Cajun chicken and Abbots Ale.
Back on board well before closing time, coffee with a slug of scotch in it made a pleasant nightcap before we snuggled down I'm our bunks for the night.
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