Back in Portsmouth

We survived the night at anchor in Chichester Harbour. I was looking forward to idling round the harbour in the sunshine, perhaps a walk to a pub for lunch. As it was the day was grey, the wind was howling, the sky was laden with rain. So we upped anchor and bounced our way over the Chichester bar and headed for home where we knew there was a good shower and plug in power. It was also a good opportunity to clean the boat. We now sit amongst a gaggle of Broadblues - including us there are 2 385s, 3 435s and a solitary 345.