Saturday 3 October 2015

Diksmuide to Nieuwpoort

Thursday 17 November 2015

Woken in the wee hours of the morning by the ghastly thought “What if the engines don’t start – how will we make our RV with Gerd and Les in Munich? Why didn’t I do the engine checks yesterday?” so way before sunrise it was into the engine room to check propshafts, strainers, oil levels, belt tensions, coolant levels and fuel filters – the only issue is that I cannot drain the fuel filters for fear of breaking the (aged) butterfly nuts. Eventually, once all in the marina were up and about, it was with great trepidation that I turned the keys to start the engines – with nary a splutter they roared into life and settled into a contented purr. Relief!

The cruise to the VVW Westerhoek marina (not the commercial ‘Westerhoek Marina’) in Nieuwpoort was done under mainly leaden skies, occasional squalls and a moderate to stiff breeze. The only other vessel we encountered was the tourist boat IJzerster travelling flat out in the opposite direction – so much for speed limits on the waterways. Closer to the jachthaven there was quite a bloom of duckweed but this hardly affects the strainers at all; we moored up at the almost empty visitors steiger (pontoon) almost without incident – apart, that is, from a sudden change in wind direction pushing us onto the finger opposite the one we were aiming for.

Nieuwpoort mooring
 At Diksmuide we had chosen not to brave the wind and rain



and to fill our water tanks from the municipal water supply rather than the osmosis treated arrangement available at the marina. Unfortunately we had not let the water run long enough to clear the old water from the pipes to the tap (nobody else seems to use this water option) and as a result our water tasted as if someone had cooked crayfish in it so the first thing we did in Nieuwpoort was to dump 600 litres and refill with untainted stuff.


After a fantastic homemade curry for lunch, a quick general tidy and clean-up leaving “Elle” sparkling, a beer and a couple of glasses of wine at the Ark restaurant in the marina, it was home and early to bed.

Flags in front of the Ark restaurant



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