So . . . Topsham to Teignmouth. It’s 1130 here. I’ve promised to be home by the middle of the afternoon; but I’m enthralled by what I am seeing . . .

The sea lies down there. Between here and there the channel goes over to the left bank and then back to the right bank before a stretch down the middle and then over to the right and back again to the narrow entrance. Straight on is not an option.

Lympstone on the left bank.

‘The price of neglect’ again. Someone loved her once. I wonder what happened.

In the water ski area a young women comes off her skis and skims across the water towards ‘Blue Mistress’. I ask if she’s ok, she smiles and says yes. but she is rubbing her nose. The ski boat picks her up quickly and they go back to the Exewake barge.

They are laying the tables for lunch on The River Exe Cafe.

The bird building his nest just forward of ‘Bloodhound’s’ wheelhouse makes me smile -(crow’s nest?)

Round the tip of Dawlish Warren where we have walked so often.

A young family enjoying the beach dressed in fleeces.

I reach the entrance buoy. It is colder now, the wind has got up.  I climb into my heavy weather gear to keep warm, and set the sails for home.

(to be continued)

Images by Bill Whateley