It was a wild night last night and it didn't get any better after dawn broke. We had fun in the night with a mushroom vent trying to go awol and spent a good deal of the time heeling over in the gale with the mooring lines as taught as guitar strings.
We stayed in our sleeping bags until well nigh lunch time by which time things had moderated sufficiently to set to finishing off the tiller pilot installation. I'd finished the mounting hardware and installed the cockpit end of the wiring by just after two but with the tide in and the wind rising again life on board was getting uncomfortable.
We jumped ship and tried our luck in the pub butt we were too late for food so after a beverage of individual choice we set off to explore the delights of Battlebridge.
A coffee and baked potato with cheese and coleslaw in the cafe at the top of Battlebridge granary was followed by a wander round the antiques emporium muttering such imprecations as "how much?" and "I used to have one of them"
Then it was back to base and more electrickery work. George the tiller pilot was sparked into life followed in due course by the installation and wiring of a proper power and data socket for the GPS. The final episode in the saga was writ when the data connection between the GPS and the VHF was made and the VHF duly picked up the position information it would need in case of an emergency.
Dinner was stew from a tin with bread and butter and most welcome it was too. Jane decided to get her head down and catch up on lost sleep whilst I headed for the pub and a pint. Got chatting with various people and one pint turned into three but hey ho!
Back aboard now and although the wind is still audible in the rigging it's much more peaceful than it had been. We'll see what the morning brings - I'd like to have one more day to play but if the weather is still pants we'll give it best and head for home sooner rather than later
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