When we passed Shotley Horse Alison went below to make lunch. Ben and I took her into the shallows over the spit and managed to pass four boats. We made good progress for a while and had a little duel with Marie of Itchenor. In gaffer racing fashion PTK gave us water when we needed it and I did the same for him. Unfortunately this led me into the tidal stream and we never recovered, spending hours fighting to stay in the Orwell. One boat anchored on the spit.
Eventually the wind picked up enough for us to get into the Orwell proper and we fought our way up to Pin Mill.
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