Amble to Newcastle

We had to leave Amble Marina fairly early to get over the cill. This meant that the tide was against us for the rest of the passage, but we did have plenty  of time as we wouldn't be able to enter the St Peters Marina until the tide had risen sufficiently. 

We motored through the mist, with no wind and barely a ripple. The whistle of the fog horn on Coquet Island was sounding and followed us after we passed on the inside.

A fellow Westerly, Forever Autumn, was doing strange circular manoeuvres off Blyth, we gave him a call on the VHF. He was following a pair of dolphins, so we went across for a look, but by the time we arrived, they had lost interest in the game and were heading north. 

We entered the Tyne and motored through the harbour to St Peters Marina. The bridge was lifted for our arrival and we went straight to the visitors pontoon. 

We took the bus the short journey into town for a fish & chip supper.