Sunday 14 August
On days as hot and windless as this, my crew are glad I have Trevver, my powerful engine friend, so we can go places without the need to shake out the canvas. We pottered all the way up the Medway, from the mudflats and power stations of the estuary at the seaward end, past sailing clubs and moorings, through areas of heavy industry and commercial enterprise, and back in time, enjoying views of Chatham Historic Dockyard and Upnor Castle. We had private fly pasts from a Typhoon jet, the Re
d Arrows, and a pretty little red plane. Skipper found me a new spot to anchor in Sharfleet Creek, and Mate enjoyed a refreshing swim around me in water still registering 21˚C. I dozed off in another beautiful sunset.