Plymouth to Falmouth
We arrived back in Plymouth on Tuesday 29th having completed all our domestic chores. The gale had abated, and Suilven was sitting happily alongside the pontoon. The folding bike was dusted off and pressed into action to do the last of the provisioning. A search for jubilee bunting proved as useless as in Leek – the country seems to have sold out! We are beginning to feel a bit sad that we won’t be in the country for the jubilee celebrations and want to create our own party atmosphere on board.
The next day we slipped round to Fowey where we picked up a mooring. The wind was light and completely on the nose, so we had to motor all the way. The skies were clear and the sea deep blue and sparkling, so not too much to complain about. There is a lot of sailing activity on Fowey on a Wednesday evening. The Royal Fowey yacht club was running its evening racing and there was a large fleet of the Troy Class boats, a local fleet of 28 wooden clinker built keel boats. Local experts that they were, they all made a clean start, reaching down the river on an ebb tide.
We took ourselves off to the yacht club for a drink on the terrace, and watched the leading boats cross the finishing line a couple of hours later.
Dinner was a very fine turbot, caught that morning and purchased from Fowey’s fishmonger that afternoon.