| | | Puzzle It Out #1
I was apprehensive as Bardsey Island drew close. The anchorage looked small and difficult. I passed round the Island's southern end just before high tide and all looked good as slack water arrived and I turned to head north on the correct bearing for the anchorage. Then the tide changed. It was spectacular with muddy brown rough water surging westward over the calm eastward moving blue water I'd been in. Suddenly, travelling the last mile into the anchorage had become twice as tricky.
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