On Saturday morning we were up at 0515, and sailing at a brisk pace by 0550. We first raised the Dodman through the mist, and then the Nare and Gull Rock in early sunshine. Finally familiar beaches at Towan and Porthbeor (our Polar Bear Beach) were followed by St Anthony’s Head and Carrick Roads, and we sailed crisply into St Mawes, raising appreciative comments from the crew of a fine traditional looking 60 foot yacht. By this time I had already phoned Mylor and spoken to the engineer who we arranged to meet before noon.
Caught a mooring and went ashore to meet the St. Mawes harbour master, and explain our plans. Having fought hard to keep our sheltered position in the mouth if the Percuil, I was not happy to find that we were still allocated a place off the rocks of
Later in Mylor we had a really helpful welcome, with a pontoon reserved, and two uniformed lads to help moor up. The engineer turned up promptly, and we arranged everything to my satisfaction. It’s going to be expensive!
Back in St. Mawes the sunny afternoon was perfect, and we enjoyed compete relaxation for a while, swinging to our own mooring in St.Mawes, before dealing with shore jobs, inflating another dinghy, testing the outboard motor, and generally getting everything ship shape.
Then as the evening turned grey and cold we headed back to Mylor to find our berth still free, protected by the talismans of blue traffic cones laid out by the cheerful dock hands. Here we packed up and then enjoyed a wonderful fresh fish meal of crab cakes, scallops, and whiting washed down with a crisp Argentinian Sauvignon Blanc at the buzzing quayside restaurant, Castaways, which is set in the old converted sail loft and chandlery.