The mooring guy left us with a rowing punt to get out to the mooring.
With a very gusty NNW blowing straight down the river I nearly pulled my farting clapper out getting out there.
The second I eased off, we were heading out to sea. The SR had to be bailed free of rain water, beef jerky packets, milkshake and wine bottles.
I let the BF warm for a good while before dropping the mooring. If she'd conked, we would've been in trouble fairly quickly.
Anyway, home now with the baby barnacles removed.