On the other hand, though, everything went wrong. We hit two other boats, suffered two major scratches, hit ground thrice of which two times fairly hard and once in a major way, and dropped a £85 VHF in the black East Coast mud. The sprayhood stitchings came loose before we even set off, and the wind measurement instrument gave the ghost. On the way back, in an unforecast Force 7, two waves piled on top of another dropped right in the cockpit at just two Miles from port, drenching us thoroughly just before we arrived. The wind was always either on the nose or dead astern, with the exception of the crossings, which gave us a Force 6 and 7.
So did we enjoy it? Well, it wasn't too bad as holidays go, but it was a mixed feeling we took home and not that of the leisurely cruise we had planned.
I did manage to get a new anchor, chain and rope extension, but not the second anchor roller I'd hoped to find. But the anchor was a big step towards the all important reliable ground tackle so much needed for cruising. Here's some pictures of the new stuff:
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