The weather really improved on Tuesday. The contrast with our last trip West of Cowes in July (ripped genoa, broken traveller) was stark.
It's not really a full day's trip to Lymington from the Folly, although it was nice and relaxing. It did mean that we had time to stop off in Newtown Creek for lunch. There was barely a breath of wind by now, and we had to put a tarpaulin up to shade Clemmie, but it was beautiful and there was even a spare mooring buoy to pull up to, so we didn't even have to break our duck on anchoring.
If we didn't have Clemmie on board we could have stayed all day, but we made the short trip to Lymington for the night. We sailed most of the way, but as we approached Lymington, we came across a matched racing fleet of Beneteau 40.7's, doing the most weirdly complex course. (Up/Down/Up/Down past the first buoy/Across/etc.
With the wind getting up and not much chance of predicting what they were going to do, we got the sails down and motored around them and on into Lymington, following the Yarmouth Ferry in.
We didn't have the greatest of berths at the Berthon marina, being right up against the wall. It was convenient, but a bit industrial, all concrete and cranes. It won't be our first choice next time we head over there. The Town Quay looks more fun, although we'd have to be there fairly early to avoid rafting a long way out.
First choice for dinner was the recently renovated Ship Inn. Trouble is, it's not dawg-friendly and the place is a long way up itself. Overly primped and preened, with bored-looking waiting and barstaff. We declined the opportunity to sit outside and, after a quick recce up the hill, found the Kings Head. The sign in the window saying "Dogs Welcome" was reassuring and we were very happy in a traditional local boozer with decent food and beer and friendly staff.