Lizard Point and Falmouth
It was still murky with visibility down to as little as a quarter of a mile at times, it was rough, but the tide took us swiftly on to Falmouth.
We saw, on three separate occasions a strange fin in the water, moving slowly, we passed them without getting a proper look and were intrigued by what they could possibly be. The third time, we swung round to try to get a better look....
....it was a Sunfish! Amazing, what a special sight. Apparently they eat jellyfish.
We considered going into the Helford River, which apparently is gorgeous, I was keen to explore Frenchman's Creek, but, the wind was still quite determinedly easterly, which could have resulted in a very uncomfortable night. We plumped for the Fal, good shelter and there seemed to be plenty of marinas, although when we radioed in, there was no room, Falmouth is an extremely popular destination it seems. We were able to pick up a visitor's mooring though, not too far from the shore.
It had been a long day, very satisfying to have all those tricky passages behind us, the only one remaining is Portland Bill, which we did last year, twice, without any trouble, so it won't be as scary. I was keen to go ashore and stretch my legs, Chris fancied a beer, but knew it would taste even better after a little run, so joined me. We ran up (when you start from a boat, it's always up) to Pendennis Point, lovely, what we could see of it as the fog hadn't cleared, and eerie, with the sound of the cardinal buoy out in the bay warning mariners of the danger of the Black Rock, it has a strange whining/whistly sound, haunting and distinctive.