This morning we called the water taxi on channel 37 and sweet talked him into giving us a trip down the river and passing on some local information on the area. We were then dropped ashore at Helford Village and told to simply open the sign when we need to get back to the boat.

You don’t want the Ferry

O’ So now you do want the Ferry!

I know I have used the word delightful a lot writing up this blog, but there is no other word to sum up the beauty of this corner of England. Really pretty and one could spend a lot of time exploring the area.

What about this for a setting – pub has big outdoor BBQ

It was time for us to head back to the boat and have a final check on the weather before setting off for France.

Murphys Law always strikes and the only way I could get a phone signal was to hang off the standing rigging holding my left toe in the air…..OK not quite that bad but hellish reception – not normally an issue but I really wanted to see the most recent weather before committing to departing.

Knowing my mate Marcus is never far from a computer screen I took the liberty of getting him to check online, and the long and short of it was the weather systems are still complicated but nothing has fundamentally changed since yesterday, so we are good to go.

Thanks again Marcus it was very much appreciated.

So it was a case of making up some food for the crossing – only a very special person can cook down below in a boat that is rocking and rolling around. That is not me – I would be shouting for” Hughie” within minutes.

Once the preparations were complete, we cast off the mooring line and set off out of the Helford River. The peculiar thing is that whilst we have already covered some 600 miles on our trip and enjoyed extended stops in Isles of Scilly and Falmouth area – we both feel like we are now really going on holiday. Anyhow it’s L’Aber W’rach or bust – metaphorically speaking.