Martin Crick | Calm; fair.
The Beaulieu River delivered on promised beauty and peace. I had a bit of a lie in - earned after the dash up channel from Plymouth - and then set to packing up ready to return home.
I left Beaulieu at 12:30, and drifted down river under headsail against the flood. Eventually I wasn't making any headway at all, so engine on to get out of the river. Once out into the Solent I made better progress, but the wind died and I lost steerage way so had to roll up the sail and motor. A rather anti-climatic end to a long sailing trip, though perhaps typical of how much motoring I've done! The challenge was now to go slow enough - diesels don't like long tick over. I had two rendezvous to keep. One with my parents who wanted to see me enter the river - see image above. So one appointment met!
The second was with slack water, as my new mooring at Port Hamble is on the downriver side of the pontoon. Sadly this one I was too early for! Going into the berth with flood tide under me meant I had to go in fearfully fast relative to the pontoon in order to have steerage way through the water. Fortunately, in response to my radioed request, Henry from the marina office was there to meet me and take my lines. He did a great job, I didn't mess up too badly, and Eowyn was secure in her new home berth.
Log of this passage