From sea to sandbank
In the last post, I mentioned “RAF No. 4” – this was an important marker as it pointed the way to the sandbank where the convoy would beach for an hour or so while the tide turned.
Again, I’ll let the photos tell the story, but I have to say that the sandbank was quite magical – quiet and pristine with fine, white sand and clear waters. I enjoyed walking along the beach collecting seashells and paddling in the rippling wavelets. Some crews had a swim, others sat and chatted – I could have stayed there for hours but the incoming tide son let us know that it was time to move…
Photoblog:
RAF No. 4 – it’s a tall item and though it looks close here, it took a surprising amount of time to get to the sandbank…
I believe this is a doughnut shaped man-made island- it has a reservoir in the centre.
By this time we’d been at sea for several hours and the land is starting to look unreal 🙂
I can’t remember what this is!
RAF No. 4 – at this point you realise how big it is and why it’s a really good idea not to bump into it!
Another useful landmark – one to avoid!
The seals were astonished to see so many narrowboats – I was a bit sorry to disturb them as they’d been basking on the sandbank
Our private beach – for an hour…
So pleased that we were able to get aerial photos – the view is spectacular and gives a real sense of scale 🙂
Indigo Dreaming 