Our friend Sheila kindly offered to give us a lift to Dale, obviating the need for another trip down to pick up outr own car. Sheila and Vince really are a lovely couple, and have been very kind to us in the 4 years we've known them.
When we got to Dale, the tide was way out, 7.7m high was the biggest spring tide of the year at Dale. From the beach, it looked like Ishtar was aground (arrowed)
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[/caption]We had a lovely lunch in the Griffin, and took Sheila to Martin's Haven for a short walk. When we returned, it was time to get the tender and head out to Ishtar, leaving Sheila to drive back.
We quickly dismantled our mooring, and then did the same with Sheila and Vince's
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[/caption]All that was left was to take Ishtar ashore and tie up our fixed dinghy - we'd have to return next week with a trailer to pick that up. The sun was setting a lovely Golden red as we tied up on the pontoon in front of the Griffin, 20 odd feet of water now lying over the mud we'd seen just a few hours ago.
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[/caption]We returned to the floating pontoon and retired for the night.
