Day and a half sailing in mixed weather. Sailed in a lovely evening to Shipstal point for the night. In the morning nearly aground when my daughter texted to say she was on her way. Managed to get off and was at the marina in time to meet her, so trouble was avoided.
It rained in the morning and the wind died. We studied just how fast the tidal currents were, drifting around Green Island. I got quite wet, but I gather that it was nice and dry under the sprayhood. Then we anchored off Brownsea and somehow managed to fit in the dinghy to row ashore for tea at the National Trust Cafe. Just before that we had had a most spectacular grandstand seat for a Red Arrows flying display, which was focussed on Bournemouth, but the jets reformed over Poole, so we saw the most wonderful flying.
After Brownsea we had the most beautiful sail of the season. Fresh winds and clear blue crystal skies. First time it has been like that for two years. On the way home we heard the awful news that one of the Red Arrows planes had crashed just after the display we had watched and the pilot was killed. Dreadfully sad.