The paint coatings on the underside of the fore cabin top and fore deck had ‘crazed’ over a large area. It looked as if it was deep penetrated to the wood (ply) surface. It needed attention.

So, after moving to a club berth where we had a power supply, we set to work.

A large area on the underside of the fore deck was stripped back to bare wood first. During this operation, I noticed that the original coatings from when the boat was built 39 years ago were seemingly sound.

This was also found on the underside of the cabin top, however, stripping back continued. The original pink primer (long out of manufacture) was still well adhered.

As I moved aft with the hot air gun and scraper, Christobel inserted herself under the fore deck with 80 grade and 120 grade sanding paper…

She’s a grand boat mate!

Later, all was hit with 180 grade.

The mess was horrendous, however, the old sheets spread around collected most of the falling debris. Paint chippings and dust still managed to penetrate far beyond!

I had toyed with applying a 2-part epoxy type base coat but reverted to ‘old fashioned’ practice with two coats of metallic primer, the first thinned a little for penetration.

Strangely, neither International or Hempels (Blakes) now do such primers, relying on a one pot primer/undercoat product. I don’t like this!

Having applied the base coats, the job was left a couple of days … fitting in a walk in glorious countryside west of Maldon.

Back on the job, mainly me, alone, as coat after coat was applied, three coats of International OneUp was used – the trade name of their latest reincarnation of the one pot does all – before applying the first coat of gloss.

A light sand with a fine sanding paper was carried out between coats. Ater the first gloss was applied, the varnish work was checked for paint ‘splashes’ sanded again where required, cleaned and coated.

For the varnishing, I used a mix of Hempels Favourite and their matt internal finish. The matt is far too matt! The mix I have worked up to is 5/8 gloss to 3/8 matt. It seems to work…

Both are alkyd products and seemed to mix together.

In the middle of this job, I also hard sanded the starboard shear strake, touched up bare areas and finally complete coated. Mud walking boards were used for this!

A job is now saved from the list when we go onto the club’s hard soon to scrub and antifoul – another of my mate’s favourite activities…

Finally, after what seemed n age, yet a little over a week, the job was completed.

The boat was then thoroughly cleaned out and washed by Christobel. It was done in two stages – I kept out of the way on a club work party for the final part in the main cabin!

I have to say, I spent a couple of hours the previous day clearing the way…

While cleaning the deck head in the loo compartment, the mate discovered some loose paint – well it came away during her cleaning ‘binge’…

Ah well, so another area awaits.

It is relatively small, but the mate said, ‘…if you make a mess, you can clear it up…’

Fair comment!

Next week, she’ll be under Whimbrel’s bottom…

Thankfully, the time expended upon my next book has petered away to virtually nothing of late. The final edit has taken place and it has been in the publisher’s hands for a little while.

See:

Ditch-crawler says, new book now undergoing editing…

A few days ago I received an communication telling me that they will be in position to send the edited copy to me for my insertion of illustrations and captions. After which it goes back for a final edit and then pagination – laying out into published form.

I have never done the illustrations in this manner. Usually the publisher has a numbering system, i.e., 001 – 080.

As the edited manuscript is a word document, the editor will have to remove and reinsert full byte images as per my instructions. Word documents reduce quality of photographs…

Clearly it is important to ensure that an illustration has a correct corresponding caption number. It is all too easy to make a ‘cockup’ that’s for sure!

In the meantime, we got away for a proper Bank Holiday weekend, but more of that in another post.

There was a spot of fun in that the mate’s hat went overboard. It was rescued safely and rinsed out. It took two days of the weekend to dry!

After the bank holiday weekend, Whimbrel was moved up the creek to a temporary berth for us to do a large job in the fore cabin…

So, I hope to have news soon of the books next stage. My guess is that it’ll fly onto my desk in a couple of weeks when we’re doing the antifouling…

It has happened before!

All of a sudden April drew nigh and I knew time for maintenance to Whimbrel would be calling loudly.

It is not often that the month of April swings by with so little rain: we can’t actually remember the last time we experienced rain, even the ‘famous’ April showers have been absent.

During March I carried out a job long overdue. Since the boat was built all the negative connections were on an ever growing terminal strip accessed under a cockpit locker seat.

I obtained two busbars and transferred all wires to these over the course of a couple of days. Some wires had to be lengthened to make the run in. Having completed that job, I manufactured a boxing with a sliding cover for access – all completed as April dawned.

Back in February, we had popped over to Faversham to pick up our serviced sails, new dodgers and cockpit cover from Wilkinson’s Sails. I had pre booked a Valentines night away at a rather nice place we know locally too so we had a great time!

The boat’s old sails had been in use since October and it was about time the change back was made: we had plans to sail up to Limehouse for Easter, taking in the Passion Play at Trafalgar Square.

In the event, returning from the west country (Dartmouth) where we had enjoyed a holiday, we both went down with Covid-19. The mate’s ‘plague’ hung around and it took nearly two weeks to clear to a negative position so we abandoned going up the Thames and had a couple of nights away on the Medway.

In the meantime, various areas of varnish were attacked. The winter’s damage wasn’t great so once sanded back these areas had coat after coat applied. I apply at least eight coats to bare wood…

Maintenance took a break over Easter Week when we got away – well not quite: time was used to build coats on those numerous areas.

With the forecast, we had intended on sailing round the back of the Swale for a tranquil night in the South Deep, however, upon reaching Kingsferry Bridge and initially being told a lift time, the operator came back and said that due to traffic congestion we couldn’t go through. No update on when was available – apparently there had been an accident…

We cancelled our request and sailed round to Stangate Creek instead.

It was an enchanting evening anchored along the west of Stangate along Greenborough Marsh. A huge flock of godwits with their russet fronts fed as the tide left the mud banks. A couple of avocet were spotted too.

The next day we poked right up into the entrance to Lower Halstow Dock with a fickle breeze before sailing to Queenborough for the evening. Of course, a pickled egg or two with a couple of pints just had to be enjoyed ashore at the Admiral’s Arm…

Returning to our home mooring, I soon had a window off for resealing and stripping back of varnish coating where it had broken down around the frame.

It was cockpit varnishing time this year too…

We attacked this after a morning on the club’s work party which was a mistake for post covid we both have lacked energy!

It got done…

While Christobel cleaned up the mess and wiped the sanded area down, I added another coat around ‘my’ window – then she took a rest while I varnished round: working area is limited and the mate does not like applying varnish…

With the grand conditions, I went overboard onto walking boards to strip back the bottom of the transom where the varnish had broken down. When doing this I’d decided to raise the boot top to keep the varnish out of the water. A few coats of primer were applied and a couple of hard boot top. It’ll get another when we antifoul in a few weeks time.

And so, the generally showery month of April draws to a close, with continued dry spring-like weather.

The May Bank Holiday weekend looms and we plan to be out there enjoying another bout of early season sailing in what looks currently like benign conditions. It wontr be ‘hot’ but pleasant…

That is good enough for us!

Knowing we were going to be in South Devon over our Forty-fourth wedding anniversary on a ‘no boats’ holiday, I kept a little something up my sleeve…

Although we did travel across the pretty harbour on a ferry – for a trip on the Dart Valley Steam Railway, I saved it until last.

On the day planned for a scenic trip up the Dart Valley to Totnes with winding narrow lanes set deep into the land, I said, as we twisted past the head of Mill Creek, ‘We’re just popping along here…’ pointing to my right.

After the expected question, I added, ‘… the Snark is here…’ I saw a ‘look’ in the corner of my eye as I navigated another sharp bend.

We parked up in the yard alongside the creek with steep sided wooded slopes towering over us. Saying I wouldn’t be long, ‘Have fun, Snark Hunter..’ drifted from the closing door. I was met by the yard owner who had clearly witnessed our arrival.

As soon as I mentioned my quest, he grinned and took me to meet the owner, Paul Jenkins. I was welcomed aboard by Paul, but his partner wasn’t aboard at the time.

I first met Paul at the yard in Chatham where the Snark had originally been constructed from modules. The barge had originally been built at Walton-on-the-Naze some years ago. She ultimately was used for the barge on the beach for the film ‘Intonement’ from the book by Ian McEwan, of same name. The hull units were purchased by Paul who had them transported to Chatham where the hull was reconstructed with much rewelding. She was shortened too.

See: http://nickardley.com/ditch-crawler-visits-the-snark/

The Snark is an almost full sized spritsail barge, but is in fact a barge yacht and fits into the yacht category at maximum length of just under 24 metres. So, unlike a traditional Thames barge, she can go anywhere with the limitations of maximum of twelve passengers…

The Snark’s owners have plans this summer for a circumnavigation of Great Britain with a visit to Belfast in Northern Island. I picked up on this some time ago after seeing a post on a Barge blog site.

Berths are still available for most legs of the passage.

See her web site: https://www.snark.limited/uksailingholidays

It struck me that Paul’s Medway & Thames passage mirrors the passage in my book, Rochester to Richmond A Thames Estuary Sailor’s View. Changes to the river scenes are vividly described…

Available from many, but see : https://www.bookharbour.com/rochester-to-richmond-a-thames-estuary-sailor-s-view

Also: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Rochester-Richmond-Thames-Estuary-Sailors/dp/1781556202

Additional cabins were under construction when I went below. My understanding is that these are two berth units allowing couples privacy and own space.

Back aft, the barge yacht has made use of the chaffcutter wheel and steering mechanism found on her ex-trading sisters. The barge has a large mullie mizzen with a slightly smaller main being fitted.

Interestingly, the mast, although in a traditional looking mast case is not lowered by the usual means. It would either have to be lifted out or lowered using a crane, Paul told me. Apparently a new mast is being fitted in 2023.

Looking at the itinerary for the Snark’s summer cruise round Britain and Northern Ireland, I was greatly interested in the plans to sail through the Swale and through the lifting bridge on passage to Chatham. The date for the Swale passage looks likely to be Tuesday 14th June.

After that the Snark is due to reach Gravesend on the day before the Thames Barge Match which is on Saturday 18th June. From Gravesend she goes up to London for a change of guests at Limehouse.

After leaving Limehouse, she is due to be off Southend with plans to go through the inside passage at Havengore, enroute northwards…

‘Are you planning to race with your sisters…’ I cheekily asked Paul.

Paul told me that they wouldn’t be allowed – professional skipper and mainsheet man required – so his plans are to follow.

I suggested he should turn before the barges begin coming home to be in a position to witness the end.

We both agreed that it would be interesting to see how the Snark performed against her older sisters. I added that a visit to the Sea Change Sailing Trust’s Blue Mermaid should be of interest and a chat to Richard Titchener…

I reminded Paul of what I wrote in my book, The May Flower A Barging Childhood: Put simply – ultimately, the future of the vessel type will mean building new for it is surely the rig and how it is operated which is of greater importance than maintaining very old vessels. The Sea Change Sailing Trust has since built the Blue Mermaid. The river barge Defiance has also been built (shortened to fit the 24 m rule).

Against the above, ‘millions’ from both private and charitable means (lottery largely) has been spent rebuilding wooden vessels … most of which rely on charities to sustain them.

I’m not saying it is wrong to preserve an original, but…

Last week, a milestone was reached a couple of days after getting away for a magical night afloat with my youngest sibling.

The mate and I were out walking – a bit of a hike actually – on an urban yomp to Westcliff and back to home. Sitting over a coffee along the route I opened my emails on the iphone. There, sitting in the inbox was a communication from my publisher.

The gist of it was – please read the edited copy of the manuscript, ‘your book’, make any necessary changes and any last alterations/additions, and return to publisher within twenty-one days…

For over a third of my allotted time allowance we were going to be on a holiday over our wedding anniversary. So, nothing for it but to get cracking.

Ditch-crawler signs contract for a new book…

The email sounded ‘complicated’ with instructions on what to do…

The file when I opened it was almost self explanatory. It used a track changes function. There appeared to be two lots of editing – proof reading and ‘errors’ but I was soon to find editor made errors too! The system used made it very easy to see what had been altered.

The proof and editing were in different colours. Editor questions were in another with an box on the side.

Any change I made was also in a different colour…

My part of the process is all but complete with a final check to be made. Then it’ll wing its way back to the editorial desk.

Another milestone was completed during this process too. The design for the front and back covers has been completed.

I cannot display this for obvious reasons!

Currently, I do not have a programme of event dates, but that time is drawing ever closer with the milestones so far reached.

Eventually there will be a little publicity video!

The Island Yacht Club was blessed indeed with the long and fruitful membership of Jack Fenwick.

Sadly, last summer, Jack died after a short illness. I only found out because I said to another member, ‘I haven’t seen Old Jack lately…’

Jack was around the water all his life. In later years he spent many years delivering yachts and he sailed when well into his old age around Britain – well nearly: after repeated attempts to weather the top of Scotland, he and his wife Shirley traversed the Caledonian Canal.

Jack sailed his boat as often as wind and tide allowed. His last trip wasn’t long before an illness prevented him and which quickly caused his death.

I got to know Jack many years ago. It wasn’t until my own early retirement from sea that I really had the time to stand and natter.

Jack asked me to sign a copy of my ‘May Flower’ book: he remembered the barge on the Leigh and Chalkwell foreshore on summer visits during late 1950s through to around 1965.

Before that I had taken over the care of a set of drum creek buoys marking the port hand side of the entrance channel. This came about after I had come up with a plan, later implemented, for the club to have red and green pier lights at the beginning of the moorings, using new technology in the form of solar powered lights.

I met Jack on the club walkways, he had muddy boots on and was carrying a spade. I asked Jack what he’d been doing … he explained what and I said, ‘you shouldn’t be doing that…’ I asked what was needed. The upshot was, I became the ‘buoy man.’ Jack was always on hand for any advice needed.

As a lad, Jack, with a few mates, used to go aboard loaded barges and help ‘poke them up’ the creek when coming in with a cargo for Canvey Supply (The wharf lay just below the old club at its West Creek base).

Ah, Jack could yarn…

One of his long self-promised wishes was to come out across the swatch out of Havengore. Well, one summer, some moons back, Jack, with a band of sailing friends made an early morning departure from the club, sailing and motoring down the Swin to the Outer Crouch. The tide helped them up and into the R. Roach and thence to the Havengore Bridge, passing through a little before high water. I believe the return to base was made via Queenborough the next morning.

Jack was delighted! It was simple sailing…

Jack was a gentleman. One of the best. A jolly good person who cared.

I could go on…

The only memorial I have found is on the Canvey Island community archive (Canveyisland.org), I found this very sad indeed…

There is a short message penned by Valerie Deane, a longstanding member of the Island Yacht Club, an excellent secretary in the past and subsequently, a competent commodore of the club. She wrote:

‘Jack Fenwick passed away 3 weeks ago aged 92 a member of the Island Yacht Club since 1947 and a great sailor. He will be missed by all who knew him.’

Indeed. I am missing our conversations…

The curlew will forever cry out for you Jack, Rest in Peace.

February, like January and the last two months of 2021 were particularly windy.

I had a splendid over-night run with my eldest brother, Graham, while he was in England for our mother’s funeral, but nothing since, for this last month produced four names storms, with three, one after the other, a week or so ago.

The first of two storms during the week ending Friday 18th were largely elsewhere, but the last originally had winds of 85 mph. By the time the forecast hardened up, it was a little less…

On the day, I visited the creek to check on Whimbrel and other vessels. All was well as the moorings were well protected from the wind’s direction. The tide too did not make and was nearly a metre below prediction.

My wait for a sail continued…

Finally, the wind looked as if it would ease sufficiently at the same time as there was a tide to get a sail.

Today, Monday 28th February, the wind abated. A southerly 4-5 was on the forecast, but it was much lighter and I set out with a gladdened heart for the creek, waving my good mate a sweet goodbye (off to London to meet an old college friend).

The tide was dawdling, clearly, as I stepped aboard, so after getting things ready, I fitted a new 12 volt socket with a double USB outlet. I had made this up over the previous weeks. It now graces the fore cabin, ready for my crews this summer!

It was with a little butterfly bouncing around in side me that I eventually slipped out of our berth some 30 to 40 minutes later than usual for the tidal prediction. Later, I heard it was just over 30 cm shy.

Brent geese poked along the mud edges and amongst the cord grass as Whimbrel forged out over the flood. Curlews and oystercatchers announced their territorial presence too.

It was good to feel the boat lifting to the wavelets caused by a touch of east in the southerly wind. Clear of the creek with the tail of the point marsh astern, the boat revelled in it, going along at close to five knots over the tide.

There was no malice in the wind or any measurable sea either, just a ‘popple’ which ‘pinged’ inside the cabin from time to time. It was, however, enough to send up some spray from the bow setting up a foaming stream along the clinker lands.

I cracked on eastwards to off the Westcliff shore before turning to run along the shore to Leigh-on-Sea.

Just before the Essex Yacht Club a group of sea swimmers were either in the water or preparing to enter. Mad!

Closing Bell Wharf, at Leigh-on-Sea, the depth began to be dicey, so I bore away for the Ray Channel, skirting the Leigh Flats – two turns of plate were too much!

I had not been up into Hadleigh Ray beyond the Old Salvation Army Jetty for some time. I used to sail ‘west’ up to the barrier frequently, but since the threats made to the boat and the verbal abuse to ourselves afloat during the earlier Covid-19 lockdown periods of 2020, sadly, I (we) have all but ceased going beyond a certain point upstream.

Passing along Two Tree Island, I looked north and waved at a friend who may have been watching from a window along the housing line on the hill above!

The island of mud named Bird Island was just covered with a group of gulls semi-paddling on its top. A cormorant had no problem standing in the shallow water letting a meal slip down…

It was so lovely to slip along the edge of the saltings bathed in sunshine. Along the sea wall the odd walker stopped to stare. A couple of all-terrain cyclists went by whilst another sat resting upon a log seat. A seat which the mate and I have often used. The chap was holding his camera aloft, in a slow swing down stream. ‘Send me a shot…’ I felt like calling!

I heard the radio give the tide height for 1100, some fifteen minutes beyond high water. It was low … no time to dawdle on. It was time to head home!

Turning by a Benfleet YC racing buoy, below a creek chicane below the moorings, it was more of a hard reach back. A few tacks were needed along the run of Two Tree Island and to work south to the entrance to my creek, inside the eastern point.

The drifts and whirls of the wintering waders was largely missing. Numbers seemed to be low. Maybe next time…

After dropping the main, Whimbrel forged over the ebb, up the creek to her berth – the merest touch of engine was needed for the final manoeuvre…

It was Bloody Marvellous…

During last summer we spent over a week bumbling around the River Deben with several nights in the Tidemill Marina.

We were conserving gas by reducing usage aboard to the minimum – the marina had not had a delivery of gas for 11 months the harbour master explained! I eventually solved this problem by changing to propane, ordering an exchange and a new regulator from Fox’s Marina chandlery. They were very helpful indeed…

Anyway, we paid the Sutton Hoo Exhibition a fresh visit having learnt that it had been revamped. To our utter disgust, what we saw was not worth the entrance cost. It has been ‘dumbed down’ and turned into a IT visual experience, largely.

The mock up of the ship burial has gone. In its place is a ‘Whale backbone’ from which one is supposed to get and idea of what was buried…

Quite frankly, we were both so appalled by the new set up that it is very unlikely we will ever return. The best place, now, to see the items and get a an idea of what and how the burial may have looked is at the British Museum, sadly!

https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection/death-and-memory/anglo-saxon-ship-burial-sutton-hoo

So, moving on. In one of the new large sheds on the site of the Woodbridge Boatyard, is the beginnings of a new long-ship. It is a replica of the outline drawn from the excavations of the Sutton Hoo Ship Burial in which it is firmly thought the body of the 7th century Anglo-Saxon ruler King Raedwald was interred.

Visit

I have added the link to the web site of the group carrying out this project for it covers more than I can tell here…

Near the open entrance to the shed was a mock up of the cross section of the vessel to be built.

Below are a couple of examples showing the wooden peg method of securing which lasted into the age of spritsail barge building with the use of treenails.

The November 2021 issue of Yachting Monthly had an excellent article within written by international maritime historian Bruce Stannard who has been part of the Endeavour project in Australia.

The article discusses thoughts on whether the Sutton Hoo Ship was a Royal barge, oared cargo carrier or sail/oar powered sea-going ship. All unknown factors…

All interesting stuff.

BBC News – Suffolk – carried a piece about the project too.

See: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-suffolk-59236347

Leaving Woodbridge, I was able to catch a glimpse of a very much smaller version of the ship built some years ago. She was moored downstream of the Tide Mill off the sailing/yacht club bases.

The project is worth watching as progress is made…

On BBC Radio 4 this week, prostate cancer was the ‘talk of the day’ with discussions with Bill Turnbull who has a serious case – currently living with it and its treatment – and a chap from NHS England.

I have chopped a piece out of the media (Yahoo News) to help concentrate the minds of you men.

Ella Pickover, PA Media Health Correspondent, said:

‘Around 14,000 men in England could have undiagnosed prostate cancer and may be in need of urgent treatment, a charity has warned.

More than 58,000 men in England have begun treatment for prostate cancer since the start of the pandemic – 14,000 fewer than would have been expected in pre-pandemic numbers, according to Prostate Cancer UK.

The charity said it was concerned that the number of “missing” patients would continue to grow.’

Now, when I asked for my test I had not had any symptoms and hadn’t done any research – it was a BBC Radio 4 morning programme that alerted me.

The story can be tracked below. It will also form a part of my forthcoming book…

Ditch-crawler has a scare … my continuing prostate treatment story.

Ella continued:

‘For many, symptoms do not appear until the disease has already spread, so the charity is urging men to use its risk assessment tool.

Those at higher risk are urged to contact their GP.

The charity said many men have felt reluctant to “bother” their GP during the pandemic.

Anyone who does experience symptoms, such as problems urinating or needing to go more often, should speak to their doctor to get checked.

The condition is treatable if caught early, which is why the charity, along with NHS England, are working to find the “missing” patients.’

The wonderful actor and raconteur, Stephen Fry was diagnosed with prostate cancer in 2017. His like mine was found after a routine health check, but I had to demand the test at the health check…

Television presenter Bill Turnbull, living with prostate cancer, has also backed the current campaign.

‘Stephen Fry said: “As you can imagine, I was pretty knocked back when I received a diagnosis of prostate cancer, particularly as I had no symptoms to indicate anything was wrong – something I later learned is very common. Thankfully it was caught early, making it more treatable.

“That’s why I’d urge you to check your risk and speak to your GP if you have any concerns – even if you feel completely well, as I did.

“Prostate Cancer UK’s risk checker can help you understand your risk and the next steps to take.”

Turnbull said: “So much has been done to raise awareness of prostate cancer in recent years, and it’s critical we don’t lose any more ground because of the Covid-19 pandemic.

“Prostate cancer is so much more treatable when it’s caught early, unfortunately mine wasn’t. So if you’re a man who’s at risk of the disease or worried about prostate cancer, don’t put off going to the doctor to talk about it.

“It’s understandable that people haven’t wanted to go to their GP during a pandemic, but the message is that the NHS is open and they want to see you. You can also find out more about your risk and what you can do about it by using the risk checker on Prostate Cancer UK’s website.”

Yes, right…

Ella’s piece continued:

‘Nicola Tallett, acting chief executive at Prostate Cancer UK, said: “Prostate cancer is the most common cancer in men, but the pandemic has meant thousands of men have not come forward for diagnosis and could be missing out on lifesaving treatment.”

“Although thousands of men are still being treated each month, if things don’t change soon, the number of men missing out will continue to grow.”

“Men have been telling us they haven’t wanted to ‘bother’ their GP during the pandemic – particularly if they don’t have any symptoms, which is the case for most men with early prostate cancer. This means men at higher risk of the disease are not having those vital conversations about their risk that can lead to a diagnosis.”

Professor Peter Johnson, national clinical director for cancer for NHS England, said: “I urge you to use the Prostate Cancer UK risk checker today – it is a quick and easy way to understand your risk of prostate cancer and how you can take further action if you are at risk.”

“That’s why we’re working with NHS England to raise awareness and encourage men to take our risk checker to find out more about their risk and what they can do about it.”

“The prognosis for the people we’re yet to see will be much better the earlier we see them but we do need to see them as soon as possible.”

“It’s important men understand prostate cancer often doesn’t show any symptoms at an early stage, so don’t delay – check your risk now. The simple check could be lifesaving.”…’

Thank you Ella for such an informative piece.

Now, what surprised me was that nothing was said about the fact that testing for men is available from the age of fifty. Some GP practices offer it, many don’t. Most don’t even (or didn’t) advertise the facts about the risks and that testing is available.

So, my message is: Call your doctor’s surgery and GET TESTED!

The earlier it is caught the higher the chances of a good outcome and a ‘normal’ life…

The exhibition is open until Sunday 13th February. It has a wonderful array of talented works with views up and down the River Thames and its furthermost estuarial environs.

The slogan the group is operating under currently is: ‘A Changing View’ which is something right up my street with what I have been writing about – my last book, Rochester to Richmond, a Thames Estuary Sailor’s View, especially.

One of the things I did notice was that a number of the paintings are completed works from pieces clearly began some years before. There was one looking towards Maldon with the big old smack, Telegraph along the shore in the foreground. She was moved near to Heybridge Basin nearly a decade ago!

That said, the quality was fantastic.

The Downs Road Boatyard is always a place of wonder. The workmanship of the yard is brilliant and it is fascinating to watch a crafstman at work, if given a chance.

Knowing the yard owner helps, but always ask!

I love it ‘up river’ along the banks of the Thames above the greater metropolis. A serenity and simplicity of a natural river can be seen in many places.

Below is a yard on Eel Pie Island.

The Thistle is now generally moored in Lower Halstow Dock and is part of the joint venture with the Edith May – see the Tiller & Wheel web site.

Below is a picture I would happily hang on the wall. Space however is not available unless a picture is dispensed with…

Below is another I liked…

It is a familiar scene in a loved anchorage (mooring) spot. The island – Packing Marsh – is under threat from the sea though. Yet again thousands of cubic metres of sand and shingle have been pumped onto its south-eastern end, also Cobb Marsh to the east.

Tidal rise is eating away at both. If they go, the anchorage would change drastically, being open to strong easterlies from which great protection is still given.

Below is a small piece of Benfleet Creek. The boat, however, hasn’t been there for years!

These moorings sit just upstream of Erith Yacht Club and access is from a different gate, so is, I would say, incorrectly titled!

The structures so reminded me in a great rustic way to those of my own moorings, which, I hasten to add are in far better condition!

There now follows a run of paintings – all water colours – by Alan Runagall, a fellow resident of Hadleigh (Essex)

Above is a view, I believe, looking up the River Crouch, from the quay at North Fambridge, with the old wildfowlers cottage on the edge of the saltings.

A familiar view above…

Love poking around the yard here.

Ah, Tollesbury. Great place to drop into for a couple of days, with a butcher, baker and stores in the village.

Just below the railway bridge, I believe…

Two of the artists said to me that a sunset is the most difficult thing to paint. A photograph can though do it justice. The picture is from the shore at Queenborough. Whimbrel is to the right hand side, with dinghy astern.

Ah, here is one the mate lusted after. She deliberately left her credit card at home – I offered, but she dragged me out!

Yes, it was good.

You have just a few days to get there and savour the works…

Thank you, Wapping Group, for the invitation.