Lindisfarne to Amble

It had been a still and beautiful evening and a quiet night. I'd rigged the anchor ball in the rigging and set the anchor light, but I don't think it was ever dark enough to warrant it. I unplugged the light at four o'clock so I could plug in my phone charger. At that time in the morning all you could hear were the seals snorting as they surfaced nearby. 

We left shortly after low water, and carried the tide past the Farne Islands. For a fair proportion of the the journey we were able to sail, but again, like yesterday, the wind dropped.  We motored in to the marina and moored alongside the fuel pontoon. 

Shortly after arriving, it all got very busy. The Amble lifeboat towed in a small boat where one of the crew was unwell. They were accompanied by the Inshore lifeboat and were met on the pontoon by the Coast Guard, and shortly later, an ambulance crew. After much toing and froing, the casualty was taken off to hospital. 

I set about repairing a spit in the dodger whilst John went into town for provisions. 

In the evening we enjoyed a rather substantial Indian meal in a local restaurant.