Thursday was my last day in London. I had a sneaky last walk around St Kats and said my goodbyes before heading for Plymouth.
I’d planned to move Excalibur Friday night, but the weather forecast was starting to look grimmer and grimmer. A text from Matt about a band playing on Friday night in Falmouth sealed the deal.
I got off the train and onto to the boat at 23:45, by 1am I was looking back on Sutton Marina and heading out to sea with a full moon and not a whisper of wind, not really fully conscious of my decisions, wondering how I came to be on a boat heading out to sea rather than heading to bed.
I saw an amusing quote which summed the trip up quite nicely.
It was a quiet and uneventful night. I managed to get the autopilot working after recalibrating the compass, and discovered the mast tri-light is in fact wired up to the autopilot. There were a few boats around throughout the night, so took 8 minute naps at a time. Eight minutes for a nap doesn’t sound like much, but it’s amazing what the body can survive on.
I arrived in Falmouth at 8am as predicted. The marina was chockablock with a visiting club rafted up outside, so I made a beeline for our old spot and to my relief there was an Excalibur shaped gap just for us. Once again having a small boat rules!
The band turned out to be awesome, and the good times rolled!
Trina came down on Saturday. She’s finished work for good now, and managed to rent her flat out at the very very very last minute! Another thing to celebrate other than finishing work and renting the flat out is that Excalibur will officially be her longest serving home, which given the fact we’ll constantly be on the move is quite ironic.
The boats in a complete mess as we’re emptying lockers out, displaying items to each other with ‘do we really need this looks’. I think we’ll be done with our boat jobs in a weeks time, ready to look ahead for a good weather window for our crossing. We might even do a bit of sailing practice before we go, seeing as we haven’t sailed anywhere this year!