35 miles from West of Salcombe is the wee little village of Fowey. We arrived right on dusk, having not left Salcombe until lunch time to take the tide rather than fight it. However, we still had a particularly rough couple of miles out over the bar from Salcombe (a big sand bank just out of the mouth that throws the swell around the mouth of the river), and ended up adjusting course to steer into it rather than to take the swell on the side of the boat.
We are now in Cornwall (having previously been in Devon). Still require the dingy to get to shore as again on a floating pontoon in the river, picture postcard with a very old wobbly cottage on the hill behind us, which looks like an old storage shed converted into a dwelling. It looked beautiful of an evening with the soft glow of light seeping out the windows and the smoke coming out the chimney.
We enjoyed a lovely bargain priced Sunday roast lunch at the yacht club with all the trimmings during our stay.
Did a big walk from Fowey around to Polkerris along the coastal path. This took us past Saint Catherines castle with great views out to sea and along past Polridmouth which was a lake used as a decoy during D-Day invations and the black out period. Fowey would be blacked out and then some lanterns lit around this lake so the enemy would think it was Fowey harbour (with the water and the lights) and be off target. Further on up the top of a steep hill is the 1832 landmark, standing 84 feet high and painted red and white it is obvious for miles. From the daymark to Polkerris was treacherous walking in ankle deep slippery mud thanks to all the recent rain. We arrived without any incidents unlike many people we passed who had the tell-tale brown mud stains as evidence of a slip and fall. We took the country roads back across land to return to Fowey a great day out.