arrived somewhat wearily at 0815 this morning, having had to motor the last few
hours once the wind died away. Rounding the headland, we woke Jim up (sleeping
after his midnight to 0300 stint) and dropped the main sail. As we approached,
we tried to request a berth but were told that they were too busy, and to anchor
up and try later.
we are in the bay off the marina, and doing some primping to present ourselves
to the authorities in reasonable condition. The town looks very tidy, again with
all the buildings seemingly just painted white or off-white, the uniform red pan
tile roofs, the churches (must be pretty religious here, as there are lots of
them) crisp and bold, and the fields behind showing due deference to the Frost
poem “good fences make good neighbours”.