After a late start from das captain (it's his holiday too)!, we headed out of Plymouth. Our no plans approach to this holiday made us head to the Yealm, the sun was shining and we haven't been there much this year.
Glassy seas and no wind to shake a handkerchief at, we headed out to across the Sound and across to Newton Ferrers.
As gorgeous as ever, we entered the entrance and across the sandbar with next to no nothing under the keel and into the peace and solitude that we love so much.
Lots of boats in so no free buoys for us so to a relatively free pontoon we went. Not for long as high water came the boats rocked in much to the delight of the harbour master who has been rueing the wretched season as much as we have.
Cold beefing hand we just chilled out watching the world go by. Locals swimming, gig practice and later the small yawls out for an evening of racing. More cold beer and supper aboard and reading a good book as the sun went down, it was just heaven.
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Glassy seas and no wind to shake a handkerchief at, we headed out to across the Sound and across to Newton Ferrers.
As gorgeous as ever, we entered the entrance and across the sandbar with next to no nothing under the keel and into the peace and solitude that we love so much.
Lots of boats in so no free buoys for us so to a relatively free pontoon we went. Not for long as high water came the boats rocked in much to the delight of the harbour master who has been rueing the wretched season as much as we have.
Cold beefing hand we just chilled out watching the world go by. Locals swimming, gig practice and later the small yawls out for an evening of racing. More cold beer and supper aboard and reading a good book as the sun went down, it was just heaven.
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Location:River Yealm
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