Bridlington, 2nd June

  I like it here, part working harbour, part sail boaties and big part touristas. The media have bin wittling on for ages 'bout the decline of the UK seaside resort, guess they ain't bin to Brid recently. The harbour dries out to mud about half the time.

  First task of the day was to get centreboard unjammed  (really, first task was source a new pump  for me stove) but that didn't happen, I chucked buckets of water at it, lots of hose action and still it just moves a mm, which I reckon is play in the pivot bolt hole. summat is jammed below. This is something that i'd learned about but had'nt planned for, hadn't taken seriously. It's part of my gameplan,  on the east coast, to be on a beach 66% of the time. So, I need to perfect the art of solo landing a Wayfarer, on a beach, in surf and not  get cb bunged up. I have two, grand, inflatable beach rollers

which will help in the endeavour, they make brill fenders too, only prob is that there's nowt to tie onto.

   Mission number one tomorrow is the centreboard, there is a small sand beach between the mud and some concrete, pointed out to me by a fellow sail boater (who has built his own  boat.) where i'll careen t'Dreamtime and attack centreboard from below.
  Big thanks to Lawrence  (Laurence?) who fabricated, out of stainless steel, exactly the tool that I had seen somewhere in my Wayfarer research; for hooking pebbles out of centreboard.

So, nowt better to do I made a much needed visit to launderette which was well shabby including a burnt out dryer:-)
Came back to boat and rigged a bungee in the mooring rope with butterfly loop knots, works well but got my one pair of long trousers muddy.

I need to lay over here for a while. I was hoping my hands would just callous up and get used to the abrasion but my right forefinger has cracked/split at the joints which will take a bit of healing.
  High tide is at 2pm ish tomorra, the beach will be exposed 'bout 2hrs after so it'll be midnight when we're afloat again.
  I rather like this living within the strictures of natural rhythms, no doubt i'll soon be getting up at bright o'clock to catch a tide and dawn. Early night tonight, the gentle rain is pattering on me tarptent.

This pic shows t'rain and beach