Plymouth and home for a while

18th August
We finally managed to get out of Salcombe. As we crossed the bar we headed into a big swell which rolled in from the South. A wet mist created a circle round the boat of a few hundred metres at best. From time to time a ghostly yacht slipped in and then out of our circle. We could see the white of waves crashing on the shore and sinister dark rocks were imagined on the edge of our vision. We clutched our emergency beacons, checked our safety equipment and held on tight to handholds and each other. As we neared Plymouth the mist dissolved, boats become defined and the horizon reappeared. The sun came out and suddenly it was a glorious day for sailing.

Sadly we had to get the train back to London. Sophie, David and Hester are arriving back from France. Sophie has a really bad back and yachting has been put on hold until we can sort her out. We were going to Plymouth to take part in the Eddystone pursuit race and the Millbrook Mulithull weekend. It was one of our major goals of the summer. We've learnt when sailing be flexible and don't expect plans to work out. We will be back.