Awoken in Fowey this am by the church bells and a darned cockerel. How some fellow yachtsman hasn't strangled it and had it for supper by now is beyond me! Bleary eyed i did chortle to myself this morning.
Lots of boats had left by the time we got up (well me, sleepyhead aka das captain was still in deep slumber). Forecast was for high winds later but anyone heading our way would have had a big tidal push out to Dodman Point. We left around eleven in a f4 and flat sea but soon picked up. Motor on we made our way in good time, lots of boats in the horizon and not much else except a racing trimaran overtook us on the approach into Falmouth.
In Falmouth Marina, rafted up as chocca block with boats of all names and nations. It always intrigues me with boat names as to how, what, when, why they aquired their name.
Das captain when he bought das bot, never renamed her, she is and always will be Red Snapper and we both r really proud of her, there will never be another Red Snapper in our eyes.
Should we ever get another bot, what would we call her I,d get thrown overboard before calling her something like flirtini ( fav fizz cocktail), scrumpy jack.....(student drink) or pimms o,clock!!!! We are both agreed that should we get another bot it shall be called Red Snapper 2 or Waterfall (stone roses song).
So wind bound now in Falmouth (there are worse places to be!), we are surrounded by international boats that have racked up thousands of nautical miles between them with fantastic names...I wonder what and how and when they came up with those....Blue, Sherpa, Liona, Imagine, Lady Charlotte, Cygnet of Lymington, Tangaroa, Artemis and Ghost...to name a few.
Sat on deck watching the sun go down after supper aboard, scrumpy jack is going down a treat....great start to the hols.
I
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Lots of boats had left by the time we got up (well me, sleepyhead aka das captain was still in deep slumber). Forecast was for high winds later but anyone heading our way would have had a big tidal push out to Dodman Point. We left around eleven in a f4 and flat sea but soon picked up. Motor on we made our way in good time, lots of boats in the horizon and not much else except a racing trimaran overtook us on the approach into Falmouth.
In Falmouth Marina, rafted up as chocca block with boats of all names and nations. It always intrigues me with boat names as to how, what, when, why they aquired their name.
Das captain when he bought das bot, never renamed her, she is and always will be Red Snapper and we both r really proud of her, there will never be another Red Snapper in our eyes.
Should we ever get another bot, what would we call her I,d get thrown overboard before calling her something like flirtini ( fav fizz cocktail), scrumpy jack.....(student drink) or pimms o,clock!!!! We are both agreed that should we get another bot it shall be called Red Snapper 2 or Waterfall (stone roses song).
So wind bound now in Falmouth (there are worse places to be!), we are surrounded by international boats that have racked up thousands of nautical miles between them with fantastic names...I wonder what and how and when they came up with those....Blue, Sherpa, Liona, Imagine, Lady Charlotte, Cygnet of Lymington, Tangaroa, Artemis and Ghost...to name a few.
Sat on deck watching the sun go down after supper aboard, scrumpy jack is going down a treat....great start to the hols.
I
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Location:Falmouth
Scrumpy Jack - that takes me back! Enjoy xx
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