John has wanted to go to sea since we bought Kanga. I've been...er...slightly more reluctant.
The North Sea. Big, bad, scary, and to be ventured to in a ferry, as far as I was concerned.
Well. We planned and plotted, and picked our day. Reasonable breezes, good tides, and no weather to speak of.
Here we are, going past Felixstowe port - you can see the sea out ahead of us.
We managed to get all the way out of the mouth of the river, and were looking back at Felixstowe. It was odd to be on the other side of it!
Our expert helmsman (with lens flare):
It was startling how all you can see is horizon. I thought the container ships made me feel small...this was MUCH more impressive.
And a shot up at the sail, in the clear blue skies. Was this summer? Is it late? Will there be more next weekend?
Special thanks to Husband (who instigated the trip) and Father-In-Law, who said we should be back by 5 (the winds have REALLY picked up).