Home waters

There was nothing stirring when we got up very quietly to leave our anchorage on the River Fal. We silently raised the main sail before putting on the engine at 8am, in a total calm, and chugging away back to sea. 

This was a very straightforward journey - no wind and a long motor the 40 miles from Falmouth to Plymouth. We did this because the forecast for the next week is moderate to strong easterlies.

We saw several pods of dolphins. (Always a wonderful surprise, always makes you smile broadly.) They played under the keel and flashed past in a burst of spray.

At last we came in to the Sound, our home waters, passing the Breakwater, and motoring across to Jennycliff Bay  not far from where we live. Here we dropped anchor again, after an exploratory tootle, in 5.5 meters at low water. Nic put out a bit less than 30 meters of anchor chain as the tide will rise by 3m  and usually we put out 3 times the maximum depth, of chain.

It is peculiar seeing places you know from the sea, a quite different viewpoint. Sirena IV is swinging at anchor as she always does, and we can hear sheep on the hills and oystercatchers calling. What a lovely place to stay.

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