Saturday 13^th June

So here we are! Just over six weeks and some 4600 miles from Antigua, Irie’s anchor lowered gently to the sea floor just off Cawsand at the entrance to Plymouth. The last few tens of miles felt agonisingly slow, as we motored on, initially under a bright sun, and then into dense fog patches, on one occasion just as a clutch of ships appeared to spring from nowhere. Then the fog cleared, and night fell as the sharp flash of Eddystone passed and dropped astern, and finally the double red light of the Draystone buoy came up on the nose. Liv was tasked with navigation, using the opportunity for a little blind navigation as if e were still fogged out, then slowly round the corner, at just on midnight we had arrived.

Knot of the day: Knot doing one  Saying of the day: Bugger that, where’s the pub!

Not the Caribbean