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Netherlands Trip - Burnham-on-Crouch      26th June:

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Yacht Aground on Foulness Sand
    Yet another warm, hazy morning greeted us, unbelievable. We slipped our lines early to avoid being trapped in the marina due to the imminent low tide.
    We headed out to the Wallet Spitway and Swin Spitway, the sea being a bit lumpy with wind over tide, and took a long loop around the Whitaker and Inner Whitaker buoys in order to pick up the long channel into the River Crouch.
    At the beginning of this long passage up to Burnham-on-Crouch, I noticed a yacht aground on Foulness Sand, part of Shoeburyness Outer Firing Danger Area. The long, fin-keeled boat lay on its side, and the owner was walking on the sands up to his knees in water, appearing to be tinkering with a deflated inflatable. He was not raising an alarm on VHF, nor was he waving his arms for help, so I presumed he was just waiting for the tide to lift him off.
    We continued our long journey, observing seals sunbathing on the Buxey Sand and Foulness Sand on either side of us. The sun was hot, and there was not a stir of wind. We glided past the entrance to the River Roach, and down a channel amongst buoyed boats to Burnham-on-Crouch.
    As we drifted past the sleepy town, its history with its old-world charm with listed buildings, boat-building yards and sailing clubs oozed out over the river towards us. This quiet, unspoilt riverside town is known as the 'Cowes of the East Coast'. According to the Domesday Book of 1086, Burnham was held in 1066 by a thane called Alward and 10 free men. After 1066 it was acquired by a Norman called Tedric Pointel of Coggeshall whose overlord was Ralph Baynard. Historically, it has benefited from its location on the coast - first as a ferry port, later as a fishing port known for its oyster beds, and most recently as a centre for yachting.
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Seals on Buxey Sand
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Buxey 2 Buoy
    Burnham played a significant role in both world wars. A First World War airfield was established in 1915 on agricultural land next to present-day Wick Farm. It was used until early 1919. It was established for use by Home Defence aircraft in order to defend against Zeppelin attack and as a night flight station. The small grass landing field covered an area of about 150 acres. There were no permanent buildings, and the personnel were billeted in tented accommodation. The base was initially established by the Royal Navy Air Service (RNAS) and two Bristol T.B.8s operated from there. The Royal Flying Corps (RFC) took over responsibilities for Home Defence in 1916 and the airfield became an RFC base operating BE type aircraft of 37 Squadron (50th Wing). The airfield was closed in 1919.
    During the Second World War, Burnham was the training base for one of the first Commando battalions, led by Lt-Col Dunford-Slater. From 1943 to 1945 it was HMS St Mathew, base for up to 1400 sailors training on minor landing craft. The navy occupied the Royal Corinthian Yacht Club and a site at Creeksea. Unconnected with these activities, the area often witnessed Luftwaffe crashes and bomb, mine and V-weapon explosions - German parachute mines caused fatalities in the town and at nearby Southminster.
    Incidentally, the Essex town is mentioned in the song "Billericay Dickie", by Ian Dury. This song alludes to Burnham's somewhat upmarket status in the county, with the invitation "Oh golly, oh gosh, Come and lie on the couch, With a nice bit of posh, From Burnham-on-Crouch."
    It took no time at all to reach the marina. Here, smarty pants Rex expertly reversed Duonita into its berth for the night.
    While paying the harbour master his dues, I mentioned the boat aground on the Foulness Sand, just in case somebody had reported the sailor missing. "No, he's probably been careless and run aground," he laughed. "The trick, when you're in that position, is to get a brush out and start brushing the bottom of the boat. Then it looks as though you deliberately grounded it so that you could brush the bottom of the boat."
    Rex busied himself for a while changing the filters on his hearing aids; wax had got into them. Success, he could now hear the periodic booms from the firing-range on Foulness Sand. Then followed an extended, convoluted conversation covering esoteric topics such as: ear wax, ear impairments (Rex's mother lost 80% of her hearing in both ears after a doodlebug landed near her in London during World War II), grandparents, cousins and funerals. We concluded Rex's new hearing aid filters were now working correctly.
    Later in the afternoon, a police helicopter flew over the marina, and started circling over an area between the marina and the nearby town of Burnham-on-Crouch. It circled for quite a while before coming to a halt above a particular point. We never did find out about that mystery.
    In the evening, we had a leisurely stroll towards the town, passing a group of houseboats moored alongside the West Quay. Anne Marie, at the western end of the line, had been here the longest, arriving shortly after World War II. Her hull is made of military-grade reinforced concrete, the same material that was used for the defensive concrete 'pill-boxes' along the River Crouch. It was also used to build the other three concrete barges: Innisfree, Fathom and Mulberry. Concrete was chosen because steel was in short supply during the war. All four barges were built during World War II, and may well have seen some active service carrying military supplies. Mulberry and Fathom were rescued from their watery grave in the Crouch, Innisfree was brought round from Maldon.
    The concrete boats are 'dumb barges', i.e. they have no propulsion system of their own, and have to be towed, sometimes four abreast. The longest barge, in the middle of the concrete barges, was the Hermione, a Dutch steel river barge, which was brought over from Holland in the 1990s. It once had an engine, and worked the European waterways.
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West Quay Houseboats
    Carrying on with our walk, we had our ears blasted by the horn from the sailing club. Tonight was a sailing racing competition night, and a variety of yachts of different classes were setting off at intervals around set courses.
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Gardens on Houseboats in the Town      (please use scroll bar)

    We ended our meander at the Royal Corinthian Yacht Club. The club was founded at Erith, Kent in 1872 and moved to Burnham-on-Crouch in 1892. In 1931 Tony Mitchell became Commodore of the club where he was responsible for completing the new clubhouse at Burnham-on-Crouch. The Grade II listed building was designed by Joseph Emberton and represented Britain's contribution to the International Exhibition of Modern Architecture held at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City in 1932. The building is one of the few examples of the International style of architecture in Britain.
    The club provided the crew for the Endeavour in Thomas Sopwith's America's Cup Challenge in 1934 after a strike of Sopwith's professional crew. Five members of the club crewed the boat Lalage in the 1936 Summer Olympic Games, winning the gold medal in the 6-metre class.
    We sampled the Wainwright beer at the club, with Rex explaining to the bar maid that I came from Wainwright country. Sadly, it was lost on her. Then we dined on sea food outside on the veranda, in a warm summer evening. We watched the yachts racing hell for leather along invisible courses, some hugging the shore to escape the ebbing tide. My mind slipped back 364 days when we dined at this very same establishment with Paul, a fellow sailor from Tollesbury, and his young lady friend, Deborah. Happy days!
    It was during this blissful interlude when we met a local business man at the club, who had been entertaining some of his clients. He had been in the area for some years, and was now noticing new estates being built in the town. "Many of the residents have moved up from the East London area," he lamented, "and this quiet backwater has been discovered." A bit rich I thought, he sounded like an East-ender himself.
    On our way back to Duonita, Rex enjoyed his usual perusal of boats in the boat yard. Some guys can spend hours in DIY shops, Rex just loves boat yards.
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A Welcome Wainwright Beer at the Royal Corinthian Yacht Club


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