Oh fuck….the brandy has run out! It’s going to have to be a little cinder with whisky now or maybe a drop of Capt. Morgan in your tea sir?
With the wind SW winds 15 – 25 kts and a fetch most of the way down it was a great sail, still very overcast and drizzle.
Apparently there’s a heat wave at home!
We arrive at Falmouth looking for a berth to no avail, everywhere is taken. Everyone seems to have the same idea and be sailing the same bit of coast as foreign lands are out of bounds.
After heading to St Mawes near by in drizzly rain and mist and were directed to a vacant mooring buoy by the watching Harbour master. After bursting that particular mooring buoy and watching it sink, blowing bubbles, like a drowning bloated bladder expelling its last gasp of air, a no mean feat indeed and certainly something I’ve never witnessed before, we decided to move onto the next adjacent buoy. Pleasantries exchanged with a very help harbour master…. sorry about your buoy mate!
Last water taxi 1645…. shit. In pub by 1400, great chatting to a young couple who were away on one of those ‘escape from the kids weekends.
St. Austell pub app. seems to be working well.
Top steak dinner by Mitch.
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