We had a pretty motor to Plymouth. Once again there was no wind, so we motored through flat calm seas.
We were still towing the tender, so I thought it would be a bit of fun to tow Trina in the dinghy. The sea was so flat, so I just cut her adrift and motored around her a few times for kicks. The calm swell was very dreamy, and the sight of seeing her adrift in the sea was a bizarre sight. Aware that I’d have her mother to answer to if anything should happen, I soon picked Trina up and towed her along behind Excalibur.
We headed for Sutton Marina. We rigged our mooring lines even though the Shell Pilot said the lock keeper would throw some down. Fortune does not favour the brave, fortune favours the sensible and well prepared. There were no lines.
We got into our berth, and one of the marina staff met us with our welcome pack, and hooked up our electricity. I’m going to miss this level of service once we’re back in the Solent.
The last time I was here was a few years ago, when I met up with Oliver, Carlotta and Will as we set off across Biscay to Spain. I got flashbacks as we walked around the marina, and remembered the last minute beers, and those inevitable boat jobs that Oliver had to sort out before we set off into the night.
We went to a local pizzeria for lunch, and toasted the end to our holiday with a couple of pints Devonshire cider. Grabbed a taxi and a train back home.
Back to work tomorrow.