On Monday night I had a dream and alright I admit it was about a lady. The lady in question was, of
course, Chiltern Lady. I was solo helming down the Bure on a strong ebbing tide in order to cross
Breydon. I must have got my timings a bit wrong and arrived at Gt Yarmouth YS way before slack
water. With the buzz of rushing past the YS at 8 mph on tick over, I attempted to turn at the yellow
post only to be pushed sideways with both The tide and a strong wind (Ciara) on the starboard side.
Pushing the throttle fully forward I managed to face the bow into the wind and tide. However, my
top speed of 7 mph was not enough and I realised I was slowly being pushed sternwards towards the
open sea. I dropped the mud weight with minimal effect on my progress. I wondered if it was
dragging or maybe there was not enough rope to reach the bottom. How deep is it there anyway?
The boat is not equipped with VHF radio so I called 999 for the coastguard…
...What else could I have done?
then I woke up.