A spot of fishing

Flotsam and jetsam

There we were, full sail, six and a half knots on the clock, wind in the ear, steering with one finger, tide under the bilge keels, pushing us towards the open sea.

I know this creek like the back of my hand. But come to think of it, is it normal that the boat is sailing₀ uphill? The sails are still drawing, but frankly we are not going anywhere any more, and suddenly