Up by 5am to catch morning high tide for leaving Rye, we were quickly out and passing Dungeness power station (probably less imposing and more useful than all those wind-turbines). On east, and, after seeing every Dover-Calais ferry a few times; that's what you do when facing adverse wind and tide, crawling eastbound off the White Cliffs, we reached Ramsgate.
My mother has often referred to childhood days on the beach at Walmer; we passed close-by and can imagine the cold winds she'll have experienced in the 1930's. It's much the same 80 years later.
After mooring at dusk in rain-soaked Ramsgate we wandered up to Asda. The young woman, sleepy and well made-up at the checkout, was happy to see us. In fact everyone in Ramsgate has been welcoming and happy to see us! It's quiet at the is time of year. We've eaten lots of stir fry on board.
Paul S (fresh and experienced crew) has planned what to do tomorrow; it includes another early start I gather. As is the norm, we've experienced the heavy rain that all hose-pipe-ban areas offer once we turn up. Photos to add another time, but gizmo-itis beats me tonight.
1st May. Day dawned dark grey, super-soggy, and with whistling wind, so 'back to bed', and plan a day in Ramsgate instead. The news tells us it's been the wettest April on record; agreed! We'll head north another day.
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