We had nibbles and drinks, chatting happily, until much later when the Coastguard suddenly decided to move us. We knew from the notice in the marina we were far enough back from the imaginary safety line and Nimue was tucked in behind a huge jetty that held many hundreds of spectators, safely anchored a long way in from the main channel and a very long way from the firework barges. Just as we were enjoying an impromptu show from the fireboats, spouting many colours from their powerful water jets, (something we had always wanted to see), a fly past from the US equivalent of the Red Arrows, all kinds of air balloons along with all types of small planes trailing advertisements. The very thing we had not wanted was to be floating around, among ‘tipsy’ irregular boaters, seemed like a recipe for chaos, but Coastguard demanded. Michael took us to the middle of the river – not that far from where we were anchored, all a bit silly really, but there you are……. rules. 

     

Michael held us steady so Anne, Bear and I could take loads of pictures, light fading, sunset until the sky was dark showing off the lit city and the George Washington Bridge. At last the fireworks began at half past nine. Nimue safely back to anchor, a celebratory drink and us back to Beez. A big thank you to Michael, Anne and Nimue for a lovely day. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALL IN ALL A WONDERFUL DAY AND THE FIREWORKS WEREN’T TOO BAD EITHER