|Coming into Wisbech past the beautiful North Brink|
Nervous? You bet we are! We've already come down the Nene from Peterborough on an ebbing tide that had us fairly racing along as we steered through the sweeping curves of Wisbech. Now, as we sit here, it's whizzing back in.
Tomorrow morning, weather permitting, under the guidance of our Wash pilot Daryl Hill we will be heading out on the ebb into the Wash where we dilly dally, perhaps on a sandbank, before picking up an incoming tide for Boston. That's the theory anyway.
For the moment, though, us and our travelling companion Nb Sea Eagle look desperately out of place among the tall masted yachts and bluff trawlers that we are moored among.
|It's not exactly scenic, is it|
Bird spotting provided pleasant relief from the tedium: we saw little egrets, oyster catchers, sandpipers, plovers and even a solitary seal along the way.
And then it rained. Oh boy, did it rain; absolutely slashed down and every time we said "I think it's clearing up" it rained even heavier. Only as we neared Wisbech did it finally ease.
|Coming past the Wisbech yacht basin|
|The Georgian glory of The Crescent|
Let's hope it works – the town deserves it.