We did 104 miles in 22 hours, helped by a strong wind from the West; so we sailed for much of the time.
Poor Mom was confined to her cabin overnight and again suffered the washing machine affect of being bounced around for 8 hours!
She emerged tired but happy into the daylight, as we approached the River Orwell; amazing how she can cope with the discomfort and still enjoy herself.
We arrived at the Felixstowe/Harwich entrance as 100's of yachts emerged for a Sunday morning regatta. These were interspersed with huge container ships. We were the only boat going up the river against this tide of vessels, so navigation was exciting!.
As we motored up river to Woolverston, the flood of yachts coming down increased. There must be thousands of boats moored in this area - a scale that is unbelievable to us poor Northerners!
Tom's policy is to wave at every boat, and then rate the quality of the returned wave and smile.
The standard sailors wave is a raised open hand (no real sideways motion); a bit like a 'high five' across the water!
At many points Tom had to double wave, as we passed between boats.
In all these hundreds of boats, there was only one refusal to wave back. An old naval type sporting a Blue Ensign stood firm, arms folded, glaring at us but refusing to acknowledge our existence. Tom was tempted to give him the 'Inbetweeners' wave, but was too polite!
It took 2 hours to get up the river and moor in the Woolverstone Marina.
This is a lovely place, with fantastic facilities on site and is very well run.
I can honestly say that the showers are the best in Britain (so far)!
Weather looking dodgy for a few days, so we will be sightseeing for a while I think.
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