After days of gales, interspersed by force 6 gusting 7, this was quite something. Must be time to go and burn some diesel off. As the forecast still doesn't have a nice settled spell in it for the west coast of Ireland trip, there was no rush. Hence, a little potter along the coast just as far as Fowey seemed ideal. Funny to think that last year at this time we were already in the Outer Hebrides, Stornoway to be precise. Not such rapid progress this year. However, we've really enjoyed pottering about and seeing more of the places that used to be our summer holiday cruise destinations.
So, we left Plymouth in lovely weather. The Navy had also decided to have a play and HMS Sutherland came into the western entrance just as we were leaving:
Rapidly followed by another naval craft:
The little yachts that had been sailing in the middle of the entrance parted as though Moses was about, bar one who seemed oblivious to it all including various calls on the radio.
A nice gentle run ensued, lunch on the way, some pot marker avoidance (as always) and plenty of sun.
Entering Fowey, we were horrified to find "our" normal mid-river pontoons pretty full with scruffily parked yachts. So, we ended up above the ferry on another mid-river pontoon opposite the china clay port area. Not as ugly as it sounds. There was one ship loading:
but that was not an issue. The issue was this dredger:
The Sospan Dau was very busy sucking up mud, stones and grot from the river. The transmitted noise through our hull when they worked near to us was impressive. Especially as they chose to dredge our bit of river all night, sometimes working about 10 metres away from us. Sleepless in Fowey. A new film title?
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