Mike looks at knickers

Moored up in new marina, built for the Olympics, next to a beautiful North Sea cutter yawl. Mike was more interested when the skippers wife climbed out of the Yawls cockpit flashing her knickers at him.

 Despite this the skipper told us to go to The Cove Pub, right on the beach.

We washed and dressed for supper and had aperitifs.
Portland needs a lot of work if its going to be ready for the Olympics. Very run down, however the pub was good but crowded. Ordered a Haddock Chowder, which was crap.

Cold walk back to boat. Cheese and biscuits made up for the meal washed down with a 3 year whiskey blend, donated by Mike.

Clocks go forward so have to be up extra early to get to the Waymuff bridge by 0800.

Sunday 25th March 0500.

All awake and cast off in the dark. Made a complete ass of navigating out of Portland Harbour. However moored on visitors pontoon early enough for us to go to a greasy spoon for professionally cooked grease. Nigel stayed on board with his porridge.
Self note (Noticed SARADON moored in harbour was on this boat 30 years ago where I first heard a Jethro tape.)
Cleaned boat and headed home, Nigel going the wrong way to miss traffic which didn't exist.

Great weekend.