The weather has been holding, so I grabbed another couple of days down on Poole. Kept up my beach running, and according to my watch, I am in the top 9% of my age group. I think that is the group “very ancient”. I anchored near Brownsea and went ashore a few times. It’s a lovely island, and they do an excellent bacon sandwich at the Café. The wildlife there is spectacular and very tame.
The views from the cliff tops are also excellent, and have formed a basis of some of my paintings.
I saw the little Willowbay Shilling Margerite which is a lovely little boat. She still looks brand new, although I’ve seen her here for several years.
After taking the bottom over night, I found the centreboard was jambed tight with pebbles or mud. The table lifted well, but I could not push the board down with anything I tried. Couldn’t get enough force on it. Then I realised that my square frying pan just fitted in the slot, with a few inches sticking up. I stood on it, jumped up and down and the board finally popped down. You never know what will come in handy. There was a bit of rain so I had breakfast on the folded down table, which I don’t often use. I need to sit cross legged to fit in.