Blue Moon's trip around the UK

I’ve had some dull Sundays but this one took the biscuit. And I didn’t even sit through a sermon. Ten hours motoring across a grey, cold, damp sea rather sapped the Sunday spirit.

And at the end of it all? Portland. A place designed to sap the spirit further by being permanently grey, cold and damp. Those poor soon-to-be-barge-dwelling sods.

I used to like picking up a mooring buoy off the sailing club but the last time I did that a rude local shouted at Neil and me and actually genuinely shook his fist as if he was in The Beano. And after ten hours miserable motoring I couldnt face that and anyway needed to stretch my legs so I regretfully coughed up silly money at the marina. Stretched legs is part of the service here as the visitors’ berths are a country mile from the action. Perhaps the fees are so high because they have trained a pair of dolphins to greet you, and named them (of course) Wills and Harry. Only Wills came to meet me, oddly enough.

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Miles	60
Hours sailing	0
Hours motoring	10