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I have sailed on the Tamar once before, (you’ve guessed it – over fifty years ago), but this will be the first time I have navigated it alone – (in my current incarnation as older man).
Like all rivers it has its twists and turns, a channel that is sometimes wider, sometimes narrower, mud-banks that are exposed at low water and hidden at high water, tidal currents.
My boat is 25 foot long with a draft of 3 foot 9 inches The river is perfectly navigable when the tide is right and will seem straightforward once I’ve done it – after all, there are those who navigate it daily. But I have never done it before so this is an exercise in pilotage and it is making me slightly anxious.
The exercise starts right here, under Brunel’s railway bridge.
As I gaze at the bridge above me and hear the train crossing it, I think of the river and the chart . . . and waypoints.
(All images taken by Bill Whateley)
(to be continued . . .)