Tuesday 27 September
Mate inflated my little sister, l’arrêt, to go ashore and collect my mended steering wheel this morning, and by the time they came back, after a cheeky coffee in the Ketch Rigger, the wind had dropped and veered slightly, so it was no longer practical to go to Beaulieu as it’s a long way back to Portsmouth, my next rest point. It sounded like the tender’s outboard engine was not running very well, so I guess that’s another job for Skipper to add to his list. We stayed in the Hamble another night, watching other boats come and go. It was a free but windy berth.