Surf roar fills the dawn air. We thread our way out of Old Grimsby Sound, and around the reefs, to St Mary's Sound.
The sun hoists itself above the horizon; etching the weather beaten faces, of the cliffs, with dark shadow lines. We harden up, through the sound and shape a course, for Wolf Rock.
We're gently reaching, at 5 knots, under Cruising Chute; when we bring the gaunt, grey, Wolf, abeam. Lands End is a tawny smudge, behind it; the sun glinting white on the cliff top hotel.
An eastbound tide, and a long easy swell, carries us across Mounts Bay, to the Lizard.
Falmouth Bay is bathed in a rosy glow, by the setting sun. We tack our way in, towards the blaze of shore lights, as darkness falls; and anchor beneath the ramparts of St Mawes Castle.
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