Having been enjoying the beauties of the River Deben, the forecast for Friday and Saturday started to mention nasty words like gales. So it was a check on the charts to see where would be a protected anchorage to wait out the bad weather. Then Robin remembered a magical spot that does not appear on any chart - Martlesham Creek..
Entering the creek is a challenge, following the bouys as they zigzag back and forth, but you see the sense of it as the tide goes out and mudbanks are exposed. But at the far end we were met by Mike on his launch who helped us pick up a fore and aft mooring, and made us welcome.
As well as a variety of small boats, a number of houseboats share this little bit of heaven. If the rain ever eases we might take the short trip ashore to the excellent pub eaterie close by, or go by bus to Woodbridge.
Meanwhile, here we are, sheltered from the worst of the weather, surrounded by swans gliding past, and a landscape worthy of Constable. Wine in the locker, food in the freezer, warm and cozy aboard Catabout. What more could we ask for?