Our final stop was intended to be at Eyemouth.  Scott was departing then to go to Wimbledon so we were on a bit of a time limit to make port.

About 10 mile off I phoned up the Harbour Master to be told that no we could not enter Eyemouth due to dredging works.  This meant plodding on to Berwick upon Tweed.  Got into Berwick around 1830hrs, Scott left and I got my head down.

Berwick is a commercial port so there were limited facilities and meant mooring up along side an concrete tidal quay wall.  Some bloke took a picture of this and posted it on the marine traffic website under my boats name Tongareva.  never met the bloke but its a nice pic. and thanks very much.

Alongside in Berwick

Alongside in Berwick

 

I left Berwick for Amble later that day (Wednesday 01/0714) and arrived in Amble around 2030hrs that evening.  This took me around Lindisfarne, the Farne Islands, all the way down to Coquet Island.  Weather was crap and the sea state was moderate with waves up to 2m around the Island headlands.

Farne Islands somewhere in the pic

Farne Islands somewhere in the pic

The following day, I left Amble, single handed again, for Newcastle.  Amble Marina is a nice well kept place, the towns is rather quiet, the Marina staff were great apart from the manager who is a nob. No real reason apart from he need a few lessons in general conduct and reminding that their are other people in the word than him together with if your going to invent instructions then make them simple, coherent and practical.

Tall Ship moored outside Amble

Tall Ship moored outside Amble

The trip to Newcastle went rather well with little engine use and I arrived into the Royal Quays Marina around 1500hrs.

Entering the Tyne at Tynemouth harbour

Entering the Tyne at Tynemouth harbour

This marina is top notch but the price is fair.  It is however situated in a residential area which could do with a population change.  Scott arrived back an we were forced to stay another day due to high winds at sea.  We left on the morning of Saturday 05/07/14, and headed for Whitby.

Whitby is picturesque from a coastal port point of view and at first impressions reminded me of the smaller south west ports.  However it is a mecca for the northern piss-up brigade and the social side of the town falls well into the realm of the chav.  Thats all I have to say about the matter.

Entering Whitby

Entering Whitby

Sunday we left.