Goodbye to Colin

Colin had agreed to help me with one of the more challenging legs of my trip. This leg involved crossing two major obstacles. The Bristol Channel and the Irish Sea. And he was up for the task. The Irish Sea is the first 'sea' I've crossed, before it has been sailing along coastlines or crossing 'The Channel' but with Colin I can now say I've crossed a sea! Thank you Colin.
Colin caught the bus to Dublin, and then the ferry to Holyhead. From there he'll be on a number of trains, finally arriving at Euston at half one tomorrow morning.
I have booked a bus, ferry & coach ticket back home to Maidstone, leaving Saturday pm and arriving noon on Sunday. I return to Arklow on Friday 6th and Dorril will be signing the crew list on Saturday 7th July.
Getting emails hasn't been too easy as my Orange phone isn't working. There is a bar in Arklow, which I can stand outside and download the emails, but I don't want to be too regular. Colin and I did go in a few times for coffee.....
One of the emails was from John A, the chairman of the Maidstone RNLI guild. He is one of my blog followers. He said some kind words about my travels, but he hasn't been well himself. He has had to undergo some tests in hospital. One of those tales from home which makes me think just how lucky I am to be on this self imposed quest. I have the support of my friends, crew, family and most important, my wife. I have my health, I have the boat, I have the resources and thanks to UKPN I have the time and the opportunity. Any one of these factors missing, and my adventure would never have started.
Best wishes for your health to John A.

27th June - guest blogger - Colin

I've always been interested in boats currently owning a 33ft sailer, so on retirement the thought of more sailing was appealing. Then I had this email where Peter's sail around britain needed a crew for a couple of legs..sounds good... From Cornwall to Wales to Ireland... Still sounds OK... Over 150 miles of open sea in a piece of fiberglass 26 ft long nearly 30years old... Sounds suicidal so OK I'm up for it.
From the idyllic setting of Padstow, we anchored in a calm sheltered bay awaiting the tide; I was sea sick, an ongoing problem of mine. We crossed the Bristol channel with dolphins all the way, made it to Wales.
The crossing to Ireland started at Skomer at night in a fairly strong wind. If we could have seen the sea state another reef at least.
Made it to Arklow, no more seasickness and have had a few days enjoying the area. Today took us by bus to Wexford. Seems a lot more lively than Arklow. Lunch in a restaurant dedicated to the wild west, Jesse James, Geronimo, on the walls and they played the same C & W song over and over until Peter asked them to change the track just as we left. The burgers were massive. Back to arklow to think of my journey back to London but that's anther story.
Good luck to Calviere2 for the rest of the trip.

Tuesday 26th June - Arklow

Colin & I took the short passage out of the marina across the river to the harbour to refuel. Six gallons of diesel and it was sold by the gallon.
Once back in the marina we sought out the tourist information and Tesco's.
I brought a new cheap phone so I can now speak again to Chrissy.
We stopped for lunch & a pint of the black stuff in a bar offering free wo-fi.
After lunch we had a walk around the Arklow Maritime Museum, which was full of tales of ships lost. Colin considered our passage in 26ft of plastic.
Dinner on board, chicken pie, followed by a stroll around the town which involved yet another pint.

Monday 25th June. Skomer ~ Arklow

We left the Skomer mooring buoy shortly before 22:00, after stoking up on meatballs & pasta. The puffins were just as busy, frantically flapping their wings all around us.
The first waypoint was the South Bishop lighthouse some eleven miles across the bay. The moon was setting so we thought we would be in for a dark night, however the east sky never went completely dark.
With the tide under us we were traveling at ten knots over the ground, but we did need the engine on.
After South Bishop we took it in turns to stay on watch whilst the other dozed below for a couple of hours.
The depth sounder started making strange noises. It has a 'Deep Water' alarm which goes off when water deeper than 100m, something I haven't experienced before.
When the tide turned against us, we were only making 2.5knots over the ground.
As we approached Arklow, we were finally able to sail, with the engine off, but it wasn't to last long before the wind dropped away.
We moored in Arklow Marina at about 15:00 and, after a shower, we went in search of a Guinness. No phone signal, no wi-fi, but lots of Guinness available.

Sunday 24th June, Milford Haven - Skomer

We didn't do to much in the morning, concentrating on preparing Calviere II for the passage to Ireland.
We were in the huge lock at 12:00, and out by 12:45.
We had a short motor sail to Skomer where picked up a visitors mooring at 16:00. We are surrounded by very noisy puffins and other bird life. I was hoping to get some shut eye before leaving at 22:00 for the overnight passage to Arklow. They are difficult to photograph being small, fast moving and they don't come close to the boat.

A wet & blustery Saturday in Milford Haven

We took a short cruise across the dock to fill up the fuel tank & jerry cans ready for our departure tomorrow,
Colin and I spent the rest of the morning in the 'Fish Week' festival on the quay side, visiting a tug boat from Liverpool, and a three masted square rigger. We also purchased our lunch from one of the stands. I had a 'Welch Pasty' and whilst it was nice enough, I prefer the Cornish.
In the afternoon we joined a guided tour of the town. Whilst I used the word 'joined', it was only us two and the two guides, Diana and Tieffen, 'Tie' for the non welsh speakers. A really informative tour, with lots of information about the development of town, and the changes brought about by commerce.
In the evening we returned again to The Harbourmaster bar and restaurant for our dinner.

22nd June - Friday in Milford Haven

We tried to replace a faulty switch, but after an extensive tour of all the chandlers, motor factors and electrical shops we admitted defeat and shorted it out. I have ordered one online and Dorril will be bringing it out to Ireland.
Colin and I spent a couple of hours in the Milford Haven Museum, learning about the history of the town, it's connections with the sea, Nelson and Brunel.
For dinner we walked along the coastal footpath to the Pembrokeshire Yacht Club. A good meal, but it was a bit quiet for a Friday evening.
On the walk back we stopped to watch one of the bands opening the Milford Haven 'Fish Week', 'The Shaws'. Young and energetic.

Mid summers day on Milford Haven.

It rained and the wind blew hard & gusty most of the day.
Colin & I took a walk into town, and found Tesco's and the Tourist Information. We bought ourselves some provisions for lunch & dinner, and collected lots of tourist leaflets.
One brochure was for the local theatre and on tonight was a concert by The National Youth Jazz Orchestra., which was a most excellent evening out. Lots of very talented youngsters, late teens, early twenties, and I'm certain in a few years time many will be household names. www.nyjo.org.uk

Wednesday 20th June. Dale - Milford Haven

After our very late arrival in Dale, you will not be surprised that we arose quite late. We cooked a few cornish sausages for a sandwich.
At around 14:00 we motored the four miles further up into the harbour, passing the gas & oil tanker jetties to the marina.
The marina lock is the largest I have been in, they could hold a dinghy regatta in there.
Once safely moored up we booked ourselves into one of the many quayside restaurants. 'The Harbourmaster', where Colin had the chicken breast wrapped in bacon, and I had a tomato and fish soup. Both the dishes were very good, but far too large, even for me!

19th June - Padstow - Lundy - Dale

Colin and I had to be up early to leave Padstow Harbour before the lock gate closed. We headed out across The Doom Bar and anchored in the bay close to The Mouls rocks. At 11:30, LW, we set off for Lundy were we intended staying the night.
Within a couple of hours we were joined by a small group of dolphins who stayed and played in the bow wave for twenty minutes. We did try sailing, but the wind was too light to maintain the speed needed to get us to Lundy in time for HW slack water.
As we approached Lundy we caught the latest Shipping Forecast. This included Force 6 and rough later. Not wanting to be caught in an exposed anchorage or to make passage in rough seas we passed Lundy and set off for Milford Haven, expecting to arrive at 02:00.
Scores of Dolphins joined us for short rides on the bow wave, turned red and green, lit by the navigation light.
We picked up a buoy in Dale, Milford Haven at about 03:00 and slept soundly, dreaming of sailing with dolphins in clear blue seas.

Dolphins on our way to Lundy

Monday - Welcome Colin

After a leisurely start, I went off to get my haircut and pay all my mooring fees, laundry bills and for the fuel.
On my return, I set about getting Calviere II ready for Colin D. I hosed down the decks and hoovered out down below.
After lunch, I went into the town for provisions for the next leg. If we are to anchour in the lee of Lundy then we will need to be self sufficient for a couple of days.
At 17:30 I walked down to the bus station to meet Colin.
A very substantial, and tasty fish & chip supper in the London Inn, was followed by a constitutional stroll around the town.
Colin has brought his own chart plotter, so lots of things may happen in the next two weeks, but we will always know where we are.

Sunday in Padstow

After the late night and the early leaving of my neighbours, I didn't arise to early. It being Father's Day I rang my parents to wish them well. The card I'd posted in Falmouth had arrived in good time, unlike mum's birthday card.
I popped all the washing, pillow cases, towels and sleeping bag in the washing machine, two loads. The sleeping bag I hoisted up the mast to dry as a big flag, so Chrissy could see it on the Padstow Harbour WebCam. Leaving my washing in the tumble dryer I went off for lunch.
I had booked a table in the Resturant of The London Inn, but as I was going to be the only person in there I decided to eat my roast beef, with all the trimmings, in the bar. And very tasty it was to.
I returned to Calviere II, having collected the dried washing with the intension of a snooze. A young lad was basking on a violin not far away, but he wasn't too loud. As I started to nod off a brass band started up over the overside of the harbour, and they were loud, drowning out the violin.
I went up on deck and sat listening to the music. The St Pinnock Brass Band played all afternoon and right into the evening with a short beer break. And not once did they play 'The Padstow Lifeboat'.

A horrible day in Padstow

is miles better than work !
It rained on and off all day, with a gusty breeze. Even if I had crew aboard, we would have been seeking shelter and Padstow has all I need.
Between showers, I walked up to the church for a stroll, and bought myself a steak & Stilton Cornish Pastie, which I ate back on board Calviere II. Chrissy had mentioned the Padstow Harbour WebCam - http://www.padstow-harbour.co.uk/phc_webcam.html. So I found a prominent spot, texted Chrissy and gave her a wave.
With Micheal & Luara from Folie alongside, we refilled the fuel tanks and then sank a couple of pints in The London Inn.
As they were leaving at 04:00 we decided to have a early night. On the way back to the boats, we stopped to chat with the crews off Zenta & Starship. Starship's single handed skipper, Roger, was also heading for the Isles of Scilly on the morning tide, and Zenta, with Colin and Micheal, are heading there later. Bottles and boxes of wine were produced, and the early night was forgotten.
At 04:00 I stood in the cockpit in my PJ's and waved goodbye to Folie and Starship.

Goodbye to Eddie

We had to be up early to catch the bus out of Padstow to Wadebridge where Eddie was to catch the coach to London. Eddie bought some trip provisions and the coach whisked him away on time.
Many thanks to Eddie for being a good crew member and friend. And also thank you to Ann for enabling Eddie to join me.
I had left my rain hat on the bus, the third hat of the trip to go missing. Using the timetable I established that the bus we had been on would return to Wadebridge at 09:00 so I went to meet it at the bus station. The bus returned from Bodmin. I asked the driver if he had found a green hat, and he said 'That one there' pointing to mine on the dashboard.
After a breakfast bap, I walked the 'Camel Trail' back to Padstow, grateful I had my hat back as it showered on and off all the way.
I stopped, during one of the sunny periods, in a bird watching hide overlooking the Camel Estuary. I sat watching the birdies. Ducks, swans, Gulls, a little egret. Quiet and peacefully.
I returned to Calviere II and got chatting to Micheal and Laura on 'Folie a Dux', the Irish Vaga adjacent. He sailed singlehanded from Cork, and are heading south to The Isles of Scilly and then on to Brittany.
A late lunch of a well deserved pint and a crab sandwich in The Harbour Inn.
On my way back to the boat I noticed that the local lifeboat was in the harbour for an open day, so I took in the full tour. A 16m Tamer class.
Back aboard I was just considering what to have for dinner, when I was invited on 'Folie' for a glass of Champagne and olives. Which developed into a 'stay for dinner'. Many thanks to Laura.
Micheal and I studied The Isles of Scilly charts and pilot books. I'm upset not to be heading there myself, but my chance was taken by a string of low pressure systems, and my adventure continues, but heading north.

In Padstow

After a slow start, which involved much use of washing machines and a breakfast onboard, we went to find the bus stop to Wadebridge. Eddie checked out the times in the Tourist Information.
We enjoyed a Cornish Cream Tea with fresh strawberries, overlooking the harbour and the went to tour The Johanna Lucretia, a 96ft topsail schooner, moored in the harbour. Two fine lads were giving a good account of the tall ship and her travels.
As Eddie was preparing for a second shepherds pie, he suggested that the two lads on Johanna Lucretia may make excellent company for dinner. I agreed, but pointed out that Calviere Two would be a little cramped for entertaining. 'Lots of room on Johanna Lucretia and she has a big cooker'. Eddie went off to suggest this to the crew, and even though they didn't know Eddie or his cooking they agreed.
We bought some more mushrooms and a bottle of Chile's finest red wine and a good evening was enjoyed by all, helped along by Captain Morgan.

Meanwhile, in Queenbough

Sir Robin Knox-Johnson called into Queenborough in Suhali after taking part in The Queens Diamond Jubilee Pagent. Sir Robin is the Patron of Queenborough Harbour Trust.
The pictures show David Holden, one of the QHT Trustees with Sir Robin on Suhali, and the crew of Suhali in Queenborough Yacht Club.

St Ives - Padstow

We spent a really horrible night on a buoy just off St Ives. We couldn't stay in the harbour as it dries right out at low water, and we needed to leave at low water to use the tide to carry us to Padstow. We also needed to arrive at Padstow at High Water to cross the Doom Bar and enter the inner harbour.
As I mentioned, it was a horrible night on the buoy. We just rocked back and forth, the plates were rattling and we kept banging against the buoy. Eddie thought he was going to fall out of his bunk. This was in very settled weather, but there was a two foot swell.
We set off shortly before 07:00, we had insufficient wind to sail, so we motored all the way to Padstow, arriving shortly after lunch.
We are moored alongside the wall in the inner harbour, surrounded by bars, cafes, restaurants and ice cream parlors. We have electricity and Wi-fi.
After a snooze and an ice cream, we explored the small town. We had a tour of the lobster hatchery, but they were not giving out any samples.
For dinner we had Steak & Chips in a restaurant on the quay, in the Old Custom House.
I chatted to the crew of the French yacht adjacent. They are leaving at 23:30 when the lock gate opens and are heading for Falmouth, a passage they expect to take twenty four hours.

Monday - Rest Day in St Ives - Eddie Guest Blog

After being holed up at Falmouth for a week it was obvious that the Scillies was lost. On Saturday though the weather looked iffy we headed out for Penzance, rounding the Lizard was a bit lively but the sailing was great. We had to wait a couple of hours to enter Penzance and was grateful to get in. We were the fifth boat out from quay and getting on and off was running a gauntlet.
The following day was still rather dull, cold and showery but looking better so we took off aiming for St Ives. We had a great sail and rounding Lands End felt quite an achievement.
We entered St Ives earlier than anticipated so inflated the dinghy and went ashore. This morning nearly went a little 'Lucky Eddie', when after getting into the inflatable Pete asked me to go back on board for the pump. When getting back into the inflatable I caught the rear air plug (the one without a valve). It seemed like I was reliving a nightmare as it became apparent my end of the dinghy was melting beneath my backside.
I wonder if that would have happened if Pete hadn't asked me to go back for the pump.
It was a great day today and spent most of it wandering around St Ives. We will be leaving tonight and heading for Padstow tomorrow. There are a lot of things that have happened that will end up as another chapter in my book.
That's it for now.

Penzance - St Ives

We ate a harty breakfast in a cafe on the quay after a shower and returned to Calviere II. We refueled against the side of the lock and then picked up one of the visitors buoys outside. We sat there for about twenty minutes, and decided to sail gently down to Lands End. We left the mooring under sail, and sailed right round the point at Lands End.
As the tide turned the wind dropped so we motored the last three hours into St Ives. We picked up a spare mooring buoy, blew up the dinghy and rowed ashore for a portion of chips.

Falmouth - Penzance

After an early shower we set of from Falmouth with Penzance set as the destination in the GPS plotter, but fully expecting to divert somewhere along the way more sheltered. The weather forecast hadn't been particularly encouraging, SW 5 & 6, sea state rough becoming moderate. As it turned out, it was quite good.
We motor sailed down to The Lizard. Here the sea was confused and bumpy. We took a few waves over the bow , but within twenty minutes we were through it and able to sail.
We had a good sail for the next twelve miles into Penzance, passing St Michael's Mount. I had been concerned that Eddie had come away for a sailing holiday and, so far, we hadn't sailed any distance.
We picked up a waiting buoy, and waited the two and a half hours for the tide to rise so the lock gate could be opened. Inside the boats are rafter up, and we are the fifth yacht out.
We did a little bit of shopping in town and returned to the boat.

Falmouth and Thereabouts

Following the receipt of yet another forecast containing the words 'Very Rough' & 'Severe Gale' I paid the mooring fees for another night in Falmouth Yacht Haven.
We went into Wetherspoon's for coffee and the use of their Wi-Fi to download the latest grib file for the weather. Things may improve tomorrow, and Sunday is looking reasonable.
Eddie & I went again to the cinema, this time to see 'Men in Black 3' which was very amusing and entertaining.
We had been invited to dinner on Brian & Jenny's Westerly Konsort 'Thereabouts'. Being well brought up children, we took along a gift for our hosts, a bottle of red wine and a pound of mince left over from yesterday's shepherd's pie. Jenny produced a tasty and warning chili and Brian kept topping up the glasses. So we all had an excellent time. Many thanks to 'Whereabouts' and her crew.

Friday 8th June - storm bound in Falmouth

Storm bound in Falmouth

Along with a considerable number of other yachts we are storm bound in Falmouth Yacht Haven. In the afternoon the forecast increased to a storm force 10. We will be staying put for a number of days yet.
We spent the morning in the Maritime Museum, I was in the library checking the pilots for the north coast of Cornwall and the east coast of Ireland.
We both enjoyed the Cornish pasty and a pint in the real ale pub on the quay.
Eddie showed his prowess in the galley producing a huge shepherds pie for dinner, despite not having a potato masher.

Email from Dick H

Email from Dick H
- Are you in tha main hall? Look up! Is there a varnished clinker boat up there under the ceiling, red sails, called 'Zander' ? She's the first boat I ever went sailing in! Used to belong to various people in Herne Bay.
Dick.

Hi Dick,

I found 'Zander' for you. Pictures below:-

There will be no sailing today

Change of plans

We set off at 06:45 with the course to Penzance plotted. We had barely left the pontoon at King Harry Ferry when the Falmouth Coastguard announced on the VHF a strong wind warning, quickly followed by a weather forecast which mentioned force nine. It did say 'later' which means after twelve hours and by then we should have been moored up in Penzance, but it was going to be SW force 7 which is more than I'm comfortable with.
We revised the passage plan and by 08:30 we were alongside the pontoon in Falmouth Yacht Haven.
A telephone call to Mother to wish her Happy Birthday and to apologise that her birthday card wouldn't arrive until Thursday. I'd posted the card on Saturday afternoon, but because of the double Jubilee bank holiday the card wasn't going the leave the postbox until the Wednesday. Sorry Mum.
We decided to take the opportunity to repair the outboard. I telephoned the nearest supplier of spark plugs in Penryn and they had the correct plug in stock. We bused to Penryn and collected one. After changing the plug, draining the tank and refilling with fresh fuel, the motor burst into life. Deep joy all round.
We celebrated our success with an ice cream and a cream tea.
We checked out the list of films on at the cinema and decided that 'Prometheus' looked the most promising. We tried the Orange two for one offer, but they wouldn't accept it.
Good film, but lacks the shock & suspense of 'Alien' despite some fairly gruesome scenes.
Back onboard I have put out every fender and put a line to every cleat available, ready for the Force Nines.

Tuesday - June 5th

The day started very bleak and wet. Eddie and I stayed below in our bunks snoozing and reading. The forecast for later in the week is looking doubtful for the crossing across to the Isles of Scilly.
We cooked up the final sausages left after the BBQ for breakfast.
I walked up the pontoon to Aquila who were experiencing problems charging the phone from the 12v. They had three lively grandchildren onboard who were not enjoying the rain. There was tears when one nose bumped another's head but chocolate made it all better. Gran wasn't going to share out her good stuff.
We diagnosed a dodgy charging lead and prepared for the decorated dinghy trip up The Fal.
Nine little colourful rubber ducks made for the head of the enchanted river, which was used as a film location for the 1950's version of Treasure Island. The twisted and curly oaks looking like mangroves.
After the three mile river excursion, a ten minute hike in our waterproofs from the quay brought us to the Kings Head at Ruan Lanihorne were twenty five sat down for the rally dinner.
Earlier in the Westerly Owners Association rally, George, the organiser had been trying to think of a collective noun for a group of Westerly's. I'd like to suggest a 'welcome' of Westerly's. The SW WOA group have made Eddie & I very welcome and we have had a wonderful Jubilee Weekend.

Guest Blogger - Eddie

Saturday morning found me heading for Falmouth by train. Everything seemed to be going great until I was aboard the great western train from London. It was while on this train I found that train robberies were still common in the uk. The train guard informed me that i had boarded the train too early, and had to pay a further £50. After explaining to him that it was actually theft, paid the fee and carried on.
When I finally arrived at Falmouth I was met by Pete's friendly face and soon I was feeling much better after getting to the boat. Saturday evening saw us exploring the varied night life and chilling out.
Sunday was a rather dull type day but arrangements had been made with the Westerly Owners club to go to Mylor where we had a great dinner meeting and talking to our new friends. Over the evening we discussed where we would go the following day. While at Myler Pete became a bit of a hero by becoming famous for fixing people's boats.
Monday saw a great improvement in the weather and again headed up river in a flotilla. Before leaving Pete pumped up the inflatable. While motoring up stream we noticed that the inflatable was deflating. Unconcerned for my own safety, i threw myself into the dinghy armed with the pump in a bid to save the day. (well ok, that might be a bit of a dramatic description)
After arriving at a large pontoon we got our selves ready for getting into our dinghies and heading for a BBQ area. Soon we had the BBQs going and the wine and rum were flowing. One thing I did notice was I was the youngest person there. Those of you who know me may be aware of the tattoos on by behind, and though it is a long story had the conversation developed, I was shocked that a number of women old enough to be my mother talked me into showing the tattoos while queuing up with cameras.
Tuesday is totally different, rain and cold seem to be here for the day but we are hoping on all going to a local pub with an All Tide Landing. From what has happened over the last few days I can see another chapter being written in my book.
I will try to write more as the days go by but it is difficult to describe how difficult
it is to write using a two inch keyboard.

Mylor & up the Fal

Eddie & I blew up the inflatable and tried to get the outboard to run. The outboard wasn't having any of it. We tried bleeding through the fuel, and cleaning the spark plug, but still no go. We went ashore at Mylor for a new spark plug, and whilst there we had a shower and a very tasty bacon & egg bap, but we were unable to find a spark plug or get the outboard running.
We set off from Mylor heading upstream. We were happy to cut the corners with the depth sounder warning that we had less than two metres of water. It is what we East Coast sailors are used to. If the depth sounder isn't making a noise then it must be faulty.
The local boats were sticking to the buoyed channel.
We moored alongside the visitors pontoon near King Harry Ferry.
After borrowing an outboard, at 15;30 we headed to a nearby quay for an afternoon BBQ which was most enjoyable. We set up the BBQ's on the quay and the incoming tide did make cooking a challenge, but Eddie persevered even though it meant getting his feet wet.
We returned to the pontoon and enjoyed further drinks and hospitality.

Westerly Owners Rally - Mylor

After a bacon sandwich, I took a look at the suspect wiring on Mike & Joyce's Griffon 'Aquilia' which was alongside. Sorted out the suspect plug & socket for the auto helm fairly quickly.
At 13:00 the Westerly Fleet left Falmouth Yacht Haven, with all our Jubilee flags flying. Some 16 yachts crossed the harbour and moored alongside the pontoon at Mylor. We were sitting on Mike & Joyce's boat, when George, the rally organiser, said that one of the Konsorts 'Thereabouts' had broken a drive shaft, and asked if I knew about Bukh engines. I said I knew enough to know that a broken prop shaft was highly unlikely and that I had taken a Bukh engine out and replaced it.
I took a look at Brian's engine. The splined coupling on the aft end of the gearbox had become detached. I stripped it down and cleaned up the parts, but we needed a special spanner and a torque wrench to reassemble. Fortunately, despite the bank holiday weekend, a marine engineer with the correct tools was close to hand who was able to complete the task.
We retired to the yacht club were Her Majesty was on the big screen telly for the Jubilee Thames River Pageant. It did look cold & blustery in London, but surely every boat owner wished that they could be part of the celebrations. Calviere II had her Union Jack, her St Georges Cross and the Kent Invicta flying from the backstay.
We all crossed the road for an evening meal in the Castaway Restaurant.

Eddie arrives in Falmouth

After a shower & an egg sandwich, I took Calviere II from Falmouth Marina down river to Falmouth Yacht Haven, where the Westerly Owners Association were meeting. I moored alongside Golden Eye and introduced myself to the rest of the group. After lunch we had a tour of the Jubilee Sailing Trust square rigger 'Lord Nelson'. During the visit Eddie called to say he was at the station.

Wave goodbye to Chrissy

We were up good and early to have the Wetherspoons traditional English breakfast and put Chrissy on her coach back home. We arrived in good time but unfortunately the coach was forty minutes late.
Chrissy's return journey was not a pleasure that she would care to repeat.
I wandered around Falmouth and bought myself a pair of flip flops and an Irish curtesy flag. I checked out the moorings for tomorrow at the Visitors Haven where the Westerly Owners Association, SW Group, are to meet for a rally, which I will join.
I telephoned Eddie to make sure his travel arrangements for tomorrow are ok.
I returned to the boat, hauled up my Royal Jubilee Union Flag and did two loads of washing in the marina launderette. Whilst the washing machines were doing there stuff, I gave the decks a scrub down, ready for inspection by the Rear Commodore, Eddie.
After The Archers, I cycled out to the castle point, and along the front were the beaches are.
I returned to Calviere II to await the telephone call from Chrissy to say she was home safely.