There are few things about cruising that always annoy, but waiting out inconvenient weather is one of them. No matter how lovely the surroundings, sooner or later you start climbing the cabin walls. At least I do. Burnham-on Crouch is a nice place that we got to like a lot, but you can have enough of a good thing.
Weeks of strong NE winds had left many holed up as the Thames estuary is completely open to winds from that direction, and, being littered with drying sand bars, shoals and overfalls, is no picnic in strong onshore winds. And we had to get across it.