We arrived at Mornington Crescent
The Mornington Crescent that is in Eastbourne not London. Just so that it is clear.
After 22 days at sea we were nearing our destination. I woke up early, excited for our arrival. The last week was really uncomfortable! The weather was not bad but we were faced with big head seas and winds that prevail in this area. As the days to the end of the journey closed the margin of fuel was feeling more comfortable too.
Today was calm and glorious, the bright sun shining, on a clear, cold winters morning, we had some seals swimming around the boat and crew spirits were raised as we were looking out for the low land on the horizon. Then. As had also been predicted we disappeared into a very think bank of fog. Great! Luckily it was only about ten miles think and when we came out the other side we could see the coast. Wow! Eastbourne had changed since I last saw it! Those sand dunes really are amazing. Just miles and miles of uninterrupted sand dunes as far as the eye can see and onwards beyond imagination.
We had made it safely and by the afternoon we had tied up in the harbour on the small craft jetty! It seems that the African community has really done well in Mornington Crescent and we were greeted warmly by them.
posted by Daren Packham at 4:47 AM
2 Comments:
if we're playing the West African variation, with the South Atlantic rule variations, then I would have to start with; Notting Hill Gate
8:47 AM
I'm not sure that I have the hang of the game, but I do think the sand was actually one of Eastbourne Town Council's better ideas.
Unfortunately, because they were using up a budget surplus, they purchased more than they intended and the sand covered the shingle way down past the small coastal settlement of Mad to the East (where the people are barking!) and the white city of the Hatters to the West.
As you rightly say, there is quite simply miles and miles of the stuff.
5:37 PM
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