We enjoyed an excellent lunch in The Ship inn then Anne's sister came to visit. Izzy, by now yoghurtless, wanted to steer the RIB bringing everyone to the boat and did quite a good job too:
especially as the other helmsman looks about 80 years old and very secondhand in this picture.
The trip to Plymouth was pretty much a grey and overcast one with the occasional happy patch of sunlight. For some stupid reason we stayed on the flybridge the whole way too. The Captain enjoyed his engine room checks and maybe they became a little longer than usual as the temperature in there was way better.
A very simple run this time:
Continuing the canine theme, as we entered Plymouth sound, Izzy decided that she really did not like the red marker buoys and had to rush to an appropriate spot on the flybridge and bark at them:
The green ones were totally ignored by her which is strange as according to the experts (see how dogs see colours compared to us) she should see both red and green as a yellowish colour anyway. Perhaps she is ultra smart, had spotted the shape difference between red and green buoys and decided which was more threatening?
We digress, as usual. Mayflower marina had a nice hammerhead berth for us. The local Cremyll ferry runs right past this berth so every 15 minutes or so you get thrown about. Lovely. For the bank holiday weekend they used an even bigger boat than normal that could make bigger waves. Double lovely. To make up for this, we did the Plymouth Gin distillery tour. Very interesting indeed:
Afterwards, the ferry seemed less intrusive.
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