Once again, not much to report. Work (the curse of the sailing classes) and weather seem to thwart our sailing plans.

Still, we’ve tried to exploit the odd ray of sunshine to the full. Nothing exciting, just the usual (and increasingly boring) bit of masturbation navigation: up and down the Orwell. Occasionally venturing beyond Landguard if time and weather allowed.
Sometimes we can hear far-off, ‘exotic’ places calling on the VHF: Ostend radio, Gris Nez Traffic, Dover Coastguard, ... My desire to escape the Orwell goldfish bowl grows stronger every day.

Sense of anticipation in the air – this time next week we’ll be getting ready for the ‘Oostende voor Anker’ maritime festival. We’ve missed it 3 years in a row now (twice because the boat was still in refit and last year because of the weather) and I have decided it’s been enough. This year, come hell or high water, we’ll be there.

Boat’s as ready for the new sailing season as she’ll ever be. Since we had to cancel our annual bunker run to white diesel country over Easter, we’ve now got three 20ltr jerry-cans. Boat topped up once already – another run or two and she’ll be topped up to the brim.

Can’t think of anything else worth mentioning. This will have to do for now. Fast-forward the next 7 days.