Pea Soup

Brrrring! The alarm clock sounds in a dark, icy Babette. 4:30am. And it's time to catch a tide. "Sedna" and "Babette" are up and out at 5am, heading north to Bangor, near Belfast. We’re soon enveloped in a clingy wet blanket of fog. Hot oatmeal porridge helps.
The wind is from behind, but weak, so we motor to speed things up. Even with some help from the tide this will take us about 13 hours. In the fog. The radar tells us that "Sedna" is a mere quarter nautical mile dead ahead. But we can't see her, swallowed up in the swirling mist. The big "light-boat" is blaring fog signals at us, just a half mile off to starboard, just as invisible. Fishing boats and their net-buoys suddenly appear. Then disappear into the tight grey noose of fog surrounding us. While cargo ships pass on the radar screen, unseen.

Magically the fog lifts just before the tricky part, Donahgadee Sound. Blue skies overhead and a retreating ring of low ground fog. As the pizza sliiiiides out of the oven. Just saved from landing face down on the floor. We gobble pizza while navigating the inner Donaghadee Sound, Copeland Island now visible to starboard. Magic Rocks, Deputy Reefs, and two red buoys to port. And the tide is with us.
At 19:00 we're safely inside the huge Bangor Marina. Side by side at place Echo 18 and 19. "Sedna" and "Babette" have put another 90 nautical miles behind. And we're that much closer to home waters.