I was expected in Exeter this afternoon but checking the boat after the snow, the frosts and the rain of the past two weeks was a priority, so I seized the moment this morning.
The drive to Plymouth is about an hour and I got there about 10:15. By the time I had pumped up the dinghy, talked to the man who was going fishing in his ocean kayak and taken some photos, it was about 10:45 when I finally arrived aboard.
There is debris in the river from the heavy weather. In general, it floats past, but occasionally snags boats that are moored on the trots.
The mooring lines were as I had left them two weeks ago. There were no loose halyards. The sail cover was still firmly in place – it is too short and I have promised myself I will get one the right length one day. In the meantime, the boom end is covered by a square of canvas.
She looked neat in the morning sun.
The ten minute row demanded a small celebration.
Then start the engine (it fired first time!) and a look around before getting on with the several jobs I had planned:
The seagulls were enjoying the sunshine;
the fine house on the Cattewater shore was still overwhelmed by her industrial neighbours;
the boatyard on the opposite shore was the usual marvellous jumble of work-in-progress;
and the rowers were taking advantage of the weather.
A good day for a sail. Pity I had to return so soon.
Beyond Steeple Point 