Warmth, wall to wall sunshine, the slightest of breezes - Yes it's true (you didn't dream it) our summer has started!..... OK, perhaps it's best not to get too carried away, but it's true to say that for those of us that were lucky enough to join the trip from Lepe to Yarmouth last Sunday; we couldn't have wished for more perfect conditions.
Launching from the shingle beach in front of the beach Cafe at Lepe we made our way across the shallows to the deeper water at the mouth of the Beaulieu River before heading out into the haze of the Western Solent. We were accompanied by three like minded friends from across the Channel with whom Pete, Liz and some other members had spent the previous few days showing off the delights of our home patch (Could it be that they had brought the weather with them?).
The Solent gradually began to fill with a cacophony of fair weather pleasure craft and we wove our course through the melee, maintaining a respectful distance as we frolicked in the gentle wakes that rippled across the surface of an otherwise flat calm sea.
Before long we arrived at Yarmouth and finally settled for the beach in front of the Sailing Club, we sprawled ourselves and our 'gubbings' across the shingle. As we prepared our cuisine, right on cue, there appeared a French man with a bottle of Beaujolais!
With such a glorious day it seemed a shame to head back, so after lunch we extended our trip for a brief exploration of Newtown Creek, some of us feeling compelled to sampling the constituency of the local mud (a seemingly regular theme to PDCC trips of late).
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