Deep South
Our water tanks are now clean and full of sweet water, so farewell to friendly Falmouth. Today we rounded the southern point of England, the Lizard. Blue skies, cold wind. Rosie, always a close follower of fashion, sported her yak-herders hat for the occasion.
We then had a stiff beat against a Northerly wind, to reach Newlyn. This is a working harbour, as evidenced by the strong smell of fish. The first seagull pooed on the boat within half an hour of our arrival. We plan to overnight here, then sail on around Land's End, weather gods permitting. Now for some more deck washing.
We then had a stiff beat against a Northerly wind, to reach Newlyn. This is a working harbour, as evidenced by the strong smell of fish. The first seagull pooed on the boat within half an hour of our arrival. We plan to overnight here, then sail on around Land's End, weather gods permitting. Now for some more deck washing.
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