(I'm going to try sending this without pictures, to see if there's enough signal for text only. Signal very patchy, in this 'away from it all' spot!)
The splash, of an unseen fish jumping, echoes across our tree lined anchorage. Concentric ripples radiate lazily,over the limpid green water. Stargazer crept into this pool, below Frenchman's Creek, on the last zephyrs of the evening breeze. The roar of the wind quieted by the setting sun.
Our day started, in Plymouth; ghosting, down the Hamoaze, on the ebb. Dawn mist hung above the cranes in the navy yards.
That mist turned to fog off Drake's Island, and 25 knots of south west breeze filled in. I took two reefs as we foamed past the unforgiving stone of the breakwater.
Slab sided, breaking swell, rolling in off the Atlantic, met us off Rame Head. Stargazer shouldered through, in a welter of white spume. We put in our first tack off the Eddystone light, without ever seeing the gaunt stone sentinel, through the murk.
Wave by wave Stargazer clawed her way south west; one tack at a time, through the day.
The sun broke through in the late afternoon. The Lizard's lee calmed the breaking crests. Stargazer rode, instead of battled, the swell. The wind backed, a couple of points, and lifted us into the silent embrace of the Helford River.
(Delayed posting - looking for 3G signal)
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Location:Frenchman's Creek
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