Falmouth to Fowey

After enjoying the remoteness of the Fal river, lunch and a walk with Norman, Julie and their dogs, a trip to Tesco in Truro at high water by RIB to go shopping etc we headed in to Falmouth itself. One night at the rather pricey Port Pendennis was on the cards so we could get the train to Truro and meet Anne and Izzy who were coming to stay for a few days.

Truro was fine, Anne's train less so. What with signal failures and kids loose on the line, it started out from Reading nearly an hour late. The following morning was a quick raid of the shops, especially Baker Tom for the must have cheese straws that we have raved about before:

We post this picture just to wind up John (the knees, remember girls?) who cannot have one. He misguidedly thinks that being in 30 centigrade in Australia overlooking the water makes up for the lack of a Baker Tom's shop. He is so wrong.

The run to Fowey was truly glorious. For many reasons too. Firstly because it was wall to wall sun and light winds so we could sit on the flybridge the whole time. Secondly because the views of the coastline in this area are lovely - cliffs, sandy beaches that are usually uninhabited and untouched by messy humankind. Here is an example, the castle at St Mawes on the way out of the estuary:

and for the lighthouse addicts, the cute little one on St Anthony's head:

The third reason was because we saw Doris en route. Doris is, apparently, a famous local she even has her own hashtag. We were not quick enough to get a picture but here is one from the local wildlife cruise company to enjoy:

Quite a lady - watching the tail re-enter the water was really something special. Thanks Doris the humpback whale, we felt very honoured to see you.

There were some oddities during the trip too. Normally buoys get taken around by Trinity House ships and put into position, not towed astern of little craft like this one:

Perhaps fishing has not been going so well and he has decided to do some illicit scrap metal dealing? Anyway, if you have lost a yellow marker buoy, we have photographic evidence for you.

Approaching Fowey is always lovely. You have the daymark:

and the cute little lighthouse tucked into the hillside:

The mid-river pontoons were almost deserted despite the nice weather, school holidays and calm seas. We were not upset at this of course. The perfect end to a perfect day was as the sun vanished and the lights of Fowey and Polruan were reflected in the water.

Maintenance news:

None at all. We started the main engine, it ran, it used a little diesel, it stopped when we switched it off. All you could ask for really.