A week of sailing

Just back from our spring break cruise.

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Spring Break 2010 Sailing

Basically, we were pinned by some weather, but a week ago we did a 3 a.m. start and sailed across the Solent and across to Poole (for two nights anchored behind Brownsea Island), followed by a sail back to Lymington for a night, and then two more nights at the Newtown River before sailing back to Gosport:

Pretty cold at sunset as we approach the Needles Channel

The type of boat you see at Poole

We had some fun on the passage to Poole,  but once there we had a great time on Brownsea Island:

SR at anchor

Using the bird blinds

Recording the birds seen

Sunset at Brownsea

Brekkie next morning

Brownsea Castle on the way out

On our sail from Poole to Lymington, we had the best sail of the trip.  The English Channel was calm, but there was enough wind for a fun sail all the way back into the Solent, using the full Needles Channel.

We took the inside channel route out of Poole Harbor, and we cleared with only a meter of water under the keel.

The English Channel on a calm and warm day.

Can you spot the Needles Lighthouse?

There it is.

We arrive in Lymington where my son spends an hour in the dinghy.

That night, we have a shower and a great dinner in the Ships Inn pub/restaurant on the water front.

After a night on the town at Lymington, we sail to the Newtown River on the Isle of Wight for two nights.

We had splendid weather for the sail across the Solent.

We picked up a mooring ball for £13 a night.

The kids explored on their own for hours.

A rare photo of the pater familias.  (I’m bona fide.)

My daughter’s impression of my sailing ability…

We hike inland on a public footpath, using an Ordinance Survey walking map.

At low tide, we had .8 meter under the keel.

Our kids map the river and illustrate the birds they see.

A gaff rig ghosts by us near dark for a night sail.  She had sailed off her mooring, of course.

The next morning, we motored to Gosport.  There was plenty of wind, but it was directly on the nose, and the tide soon turned to also be on our nose, so we putted back to our home slip and a warm train ride home to London.