I came back to Brighton and the boat with Ronan. There were no trains from Maze hill into town and when we got to Victoria there were no trains for 2 hours to the Sussex Coast. Fuckin’ morons.
Ronan didn’t seem to enjoy his trip , he just wanted to sleep. He had no interest in the pier and none in the pavillion.
He was supposed to help me get to Dover but just slept the whole morning, smiling only once, when I told him to.
The cliffs were great and Dover was surpisingly historic ( apart from what they wanted to charge to even see the castle, which, as far as I could figure was full of virtual guides and other shite I have no interest in, so we went to the Drop Redoubt), the Napoleonic fort on the Western Heights instead. lovely day. Breakfast in a cafe next to one of the oldest chandlers in the country, the same cafe, I think that I went to many years ago with Charles Hurst.
That’s about it for Dover -really shit to sail into but once there it was actually quite nice, I expect that the castle may have been nice too if I wasn’t so mean.
Leaving Dover by myself was also a real pain, although the seas died down after leaving. Motored some of the way to Ramsgate but then put the forsail up and was going 9 knts over the ground thanks to the tide.