Darkness still reigned when I warped Betty II, my 25ft gaff cutter, out of her mud-berth at Canvey Island, in the Thames Estuary.
Once out in the deep water of Hadleigh Ray, I picked up a buoy to stow stores and await the dawn, as Betty’s restoration has not, so far, included navigation lights. By the time night’s shadows had become a grey, flat dawn, I had lost an hour of fair ebb tide. But with a following southwesterly breeze puffing up to Force 4, necessitating a reef in her huge gaff mainsail, I expected to make short work of getting down the coast to the Spitway.
So, on a chilly May morning, Betty, under reefed mainsail, with staysail and jib set on her bowsprit end, sped away down Sea…