We remembered we’d decided to leave this morning, but we couldn’t quite remember why, so we spoke with Dirk our heavily overworked volunteer harbour master and re-booked our departure time to a much more civilised eleven o’clock than the nine we’d originally scheduled.
This gave us plenty of time for a rather relaxing breakfast and actually morning tea as well and perhaps to think about where we might end up for the night. As an unintended bonus it also gave plenty of time for the intermittent spits that pass for rain here to leave us for the day.
Having thought about it and not having reached a conclusion, we decided that we should do as we usually do and make it up as we go along, which is all very well in theory but once we are actually going along we tend not to think too much at all about anything that isn’t whatever is passing by our windows at any given time.
So with a parting glance over our shoulder we said our farewells to all of those wonky chimneys and tall gables and cobbled streets and set off in search of who knows what.
At about half past lunchtime, we had the little boat club at Beernem on our beam, and after a bit of to-ing and fro-ing we decided that twelve kilometres or so beneath our keel was more than enough for one day, so here we sit, unless someone can suggest a better plan.
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