Tide of relief

Up the creek. A wide tidal creek across which we zigzagged our small boat, keeping red poles to port, avoiding the mud. Our destination - The Globe at the end of the creek. The beer was delicious - I consumed too much.

Racing back on the outgoing tide, zigzagging, not quite as accurately, my outboard caught a clump of seaweed, spat it out, or so I thought. The engine started behaving erratically, surging and then stalling. Rather slow progress, then panic - wife about getting stuck on mud, me about wetting myself from beer overload. Fortunately, only the final bit of sea weed!