At last some sunshine!
We had the small matter of fouled propeller to attend to, thanks to Glenn of Newhaven Scuba, who dived down to free the weed and fishing line.
We made another mud sliding exit from the berth to head to Cuckmere Haven. Unfortunately the black smoke which we had interpreted as a symptom of fouled prop hadn't gone, but the engine sounded ok, and after a bit of consultation on the Visitor's Berth, we decided to go for it.
No wind, but light engine seemed to provide no problem.
Another yacht was anchored in the Bay, but they didn't know about the events in the field behind the Coastguards' Cottages.
Peace Camp Cuckmere Haven
We crept as close to the beach as we could because we didn't want a long row into the shore in the middle of the night.
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| Inflating the dinghy in the cockpit |
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| Lanch the dinghy |
We watched the purple light darken and as the sun went down a strange glow showed on the hillside behind the cottages and trees, the Peace Camp was beginning. We tried to liase with Hanna and Rich by texting, we had formed a plan to meet them there, but intermittent network coverage meant that we missed their message. We decided that the best plan would be to go to bed and wake up before dawn to row with at least some light and enjoy the installation as the sun rose.
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| Approaching the strange glowing village |
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| Morning mist flows down the valley |
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| That dot in the sea is Mahaskah |
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| We launched the dinghy in here and ran the rapids out to sea! |
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| Rowing back to the boat |
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| Ghostly in the mist |
