As
predicted we had a dreamy day for our cross-channel passage with barely
a breath of wind and a warm, sunny day. Only a slight haze reduced visibility
to around a mile and a half but it was not difficult to spot the occasional
ships which crossed our path. it would have been a totally uneventful
trip if we had not been intercepted and boarded by Customs ten miles south
of the Needles. They weren't in the least bit interested in our 120 bottles
of wine except to comment on some of our vintages. Illegal immigrants,
terrorists and drugs were more their concern and strangely enough we had
been approached by a likely looking character on the pontoons at Cherbourg.
There
are 1001 places where you could hide drugs on Lady Martina and the customs
officers searched about all of them. Of course they found nothing except
a water leak on the port engine which did cause a minor panic. It was
hot work searching the boat on a warm day with the windows closed whilst
wearing foul weather gear and when they found the drinks fridge they looked
longingly at the cool beers they saw inside. But we didn't want to encourage
them and thought they might never go if we offered them refreshments!
Eventually they were satisfied and we could continue our passage past
the Needles and into Yarmouth. It was the usual game to secure ourselves
between the piles even though the weather was still calm and we had a
boat already in situ to tie to.
Boating in the Solent always seems to us like driving in London - congested,
expensive, and with nowhere to park - and with every likelihood of someone
crashing into you. And ashore restaurants tend to be crowded out, or poor,
and tonight was no exception. After two false starts we found a table
in the homely but popular Salty's bar and celebrated our last night in
the company of TimChris with a communal bowl of Moules Mariniere.
In the night the forecast bad weather arrived along with a 54 foot yacht
caught in storm force winds just leaving Lymington. As we watched the
thunder and lightening we saw the lifeboat leave the harbour - not surprisingly
as anyone out in that weather would be likely to need help.
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