Part 5 'We sailed by Beachy,….'
The grand structure of Beachy Head seemed an age away but impressive nonetheless. It was thus far taking the brunt of wind-whipped waves on the far side so once again we enjoyed faster speeds in the dying light.
The memorable chalky heights demanded that we pay our respects so we slowed and admired Beachy’s stature. Arising from the ocean (with a lighthouse like a nicely-placed table lamp at its base!) it couldn’t disguise the whiff of tragedy as it yielded its own life (and at times that of others) to the hungry seas below.
But it was time to press on and the undulating forms of the Seven Sisters paved the way to Brighton and beyond. Darkness was sneakily photo-shopping out the last streaks of colour in the sky as Nautibuoy took on the building waves beyond the headland with great aplomb. All on board voted to skip Brighton and keep going to the more distant harbour of Littlehampton.
Bit by bit the coastline went all theatrical on us and it became floodlit in the darkness, every now and then punctuated by poppy fireworks. The RIB remained solid and unwavering in the conditions as once again our intrepid Snail-eating Skipper took the helm and settled the boat into steadier night speeds. It was difficult by eye to identify each town in the necklace of lights to starboard.
It was time to tune into Channel 77 as we hoped to be met by Andre’s boating friends from Littlehampton. Little did we know that a much bigger welcoming party than expected were preparing to meet and greet us on our waiting berth!!!!
13) Seven Sisters sourced from www.sevensisters.org.uk (Please remove if copyright is an issue. Ta. All cameras were safely stowed at this stage!!!!)