Smelly berth

Friday 2 June

Keen to be back at sea, we were ready to leave at 0600 to head North once again up the coast to the top of Morecambe Bay. Typically, there was no wind and no sunshine as we left Wales in misty drizzle – mizzle if you will – and Trevver remained hard at work for the whole passage. It did warm and dry up gradually during the day, and we arrived on time for the lock entrance, Skipper berthing me neatly stern to in the new marina area of the old fish dock. I’m glad I can’t smell, as they had no doubt where we were.