Overnight in the Kettle

We went to bed as the water rose to cover the Bridge, a rocky spit which separates the Kettle from the south anchorage. Not long after this we realised that we had been lulled into a false sense of security as Robinetta started to roll. It was nothing like the way she had at Spurn Head, but enough for us to realise that we had not tightened things up to stop them rattling.

When we got up to pull in the sheets we realised we were lying in thick fog. That reminded me to put the anchor light on! Then the tide turned at 3, and Worm started to get friendly with Robinetta's stern, so I had to get up again to retie her. Soon after that the Bridge was showing through the water and Robinetta lay calm as it started to rain.