A warm and gentle breeze helped us all south again.
Now our boats have come together behind the high stone harbour walls of St Hillier. A lifeless marina of resting gin palaces polished to a gleam, their owners many miles away, but clever with their taxes
The arriving gaffers stir up some interest at last for the dreamy shore staff.
The 'Sailors Rest' cafe at the top of the ramp provide the spot for a crew get-together.,, sharing notes and plans for the morrow. It's very English stewed tea and plastic muffins but the beer is 'Badgers' and we suspect Mark Woodhouse has passed this way before us!