The UK Government had published guidelines about recreational water sports as follows:
The Government also allowed for travel to get to the relevant places for such sports.
In addition, my own rules were:
(1) Not going in the club house at all
(2) Using disposable gloves when I unlocked the gate to enter the club and gain access to the slipway.
(3) Not to touch anything other than PicoMicroYacht (I broke this rule when I rescued a good piece of wood from a bonfire).
I brought with me all food and drink and left nothing.
When I arrived, I chatted briefly with two other sailors, keeping a good distance. They seemed happy to be able to visit the club and do some work on their boats.
As I headed out, I realised the harbour entrance was being patrolled by the harbour master, presumably checking that people were following the regulations.
I then entered Langstone Harbour, with the ebb tide now slackening.
I moored up and napped for a while, and then headed up the harbour, the wind strengthening all the time.
It was not long before I reached the channel that runs north of Hayling island.
The first main feature was the dilapidated railway bridge, originally built in 1864.
As I got closer, the waves started to pile up and I had to be quite careful to aim though the gap, passing the large structure that supported the rotating bridge.
The water quickly calmed and I next passed under the road bridge, with six inches to spare for my mast.
It was nearly high tide and as the sun started to set as I turned south towards the Chichester Harbour Entrance, back to my sailing club.
Including some detours, the total distance had been 19 miles, a pleasant and memorable voyage.