I’ve just noticed Dylan Winter has posted another part (or three) of his Keep Turning Left series. It’s a three part youtube account of sailing in and around the Crouch and Roach.
For anybody who has not been following his journey around the UK coastline, I absolutely recommend that you start doing so. His videos are well narrated and incredibly interesting, even to those weird people who don’t get on with boats.
Kudu and her crew actually met him during the making of these vids, so it’s nice to look back on video footage of that perfect English summer weekend.
I’d been following the series for a while with great interest, especially when he ventured up the Thames, and to my utter surprise while sailing up the Roach one evening I spotted a lone sailor in a Mirror Offshore. I grabbed the binoculars and peered at the tiny boat in the distance.
“Bloody hell, Huw” I said with a little too much excitment in my voice, “It’s bloody Dylan Winter!”. Huw had no idea what I was on about.
As he sailed past in the opposite direction I lost my usual craftsmanship of words and adopted gruff northerner mode…
“Is that Dylan?”
“yes”
“I watch your videos mate, nice one!”
A little later he gave up on the trip down river, turned around and sailed passed us again, now at anchor. After a quick exchange of words he finally managed to coax us into a race into the sunset, with a promise of a Whiskey at the finish line. Couldn’t really have said no, could we 
Check it out here:
So where are you Nathan?
If you are still in Essex Marina or around the ROach area, let me know. I only live in Canewdon, could take you for a beer and rummage in my shed for other bits you are no doubt missing.
I hope you won the bottle!
Nice blog you have and good luck with the boat!
Just happened to be watching Dylan winter’s KeepTuringLeft part 22. Kudu is featured in this video. You may already know this, but if not, it’s worth a look.
I much enjoy your blog and the videos.
Good luck with the remaiing legs of the journey.
Thanks for pointing that out, although I did already know about it. That was long before my plans were any greater than living on the boat. Last winter, as the snow fell and frost bit deep into everything, I watched that countless times while on the 24th floor of my office building, wishing I was anywhere else. The combination of the music Dylan chose, the sunset, and the memory of that weekend are priceless.