Catching a bus from the stand just along form the marina offices, we elected for the long trip, and managed to get a seat at the front of the upstairs deck.
The Solent look blue and inviting as we trundled down to Alum Bay. I had forgotten how many times a local bus service stopped, but we eventually set off along the southern shore of the island, which, in contrast to the north, was very misty.
Having passed numerous thatched houses and other very nice properties, we eventually arrived at our destination, Newport.
Adam has an ambition to go to the Isle of Wight festival and we thought that using the boat as a base would be good so we planned to use the day to recce the festival location and the mooring options.
Seaclose Park still bore the evidence of this years festival which had taken place the month before. The visitors moorings were quiet when we went but I suspect they would have been crowded with vessels bringing festival goers a few weeks earlier.
After lunch and a visit to several fashion shops to buy some sunglasses for A, we caught our bus back to Yarmouth where ice creams on the pier were the order of the day.
There we got together the makings of a BBQ and found a place on the foreshore to cook. Inevitably we attracted the attention of passers-by, one of whom was a skipper of a yacht moored out in the river. As we discussed who had been where during the season so far, he remarked that he had been in Weymouth a week or so before when some intrepid Drascombers had been in for the night and had set off early the next day to travel inshore to Poole. I waited until he finished telling us how much he admired them before telling him that I had been in the group he was talking about. His admiration grew when I told him that we were actually on our way back from Dartmouth. It was a nice moment.
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