The "mizzle" sets in whilst I take an hour's, post crossing, nap. So too does an uneasy swell, refracted into Cawsand Bay by 30 knots of Southerly wind.
A windless but rolly anchorage: time to move on!
Stargazer runs up through Plymouth harbour at 7 knots under jib only. Mizzle coats my glasses and hangs opaquely in the air. Grey sea blends with grey cloud, linked by grey swirls of mist.
A squat black nuclear sub passes us at the breakwater and quickly disappears into the murk; surrounded by an attentive melee of support craft. Like a prize fighter and his attendants, spoiling for a scrap.
Angular grey warships hum and whirr busily. Metallic tannoy messages, in clipped tones, echo across the wind torn water, as we tear on past the naval dockyard.
Next we dodge the three Tor Point chain ferries. Ahead looms the Saltash bridge, high above the river. The gateway to Kernow - Cornwall; the ancient kingdom of the west. The spider legs of its arches, straddling the high cliffs; amorphous through skeins of mizzle.
We harden up into the St. Germans River: Green, wooded, tranquil. The water is glassy calm under Sand Acre Point. I bring Stargazer in and anchor outside the moorings. This feels more like it. We've found our resting place for the night.
(Too much wind and mizzle for photographs this afternoon, I'm afraid. Words and mental pictures only!)
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Location:Plymouth,
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