Chapter 58BristolThe motor cruiser eased from the mooring in the Floating
Harbour and made its way into the Cumberland Basin. It idled through the
swing bridges at the entrance before entering the Avon River. Its burbling
engines echoed as the sides of the gorge steepened and we passed under the
Clifton Suspension Bridge.
It was my belief the less time we travelled by road, the
greater our chances were of being undetected. We had been fortunate. The
manager had a friend with a large sea-going motor cruiser. It had been
relatively easy to slip out of the hotel separately and gather at the
marina. Soon after the mini-bus had set off for Fishguard, we were on board
and stowing our gear for the crossing to Cork.
In the Bristol Channel, the engines opened up and the
boat raced to it
