It was essential that we left by 1030hrs as that was the last window for a favorable tide.
Mounts Bay did their final check and I paid the bill. Just short of £2K including the vat but the insurance is paying out for the whole lot as getting tied up in a net was in their view totally unavoidable. On that note it is amazing of how much crap their is in the sea – logs, nets, bits of rope but for the most part we see the red labeled plastic Coke Cola bottles. Pisses me off. Next time I see someone drop one they will be given a choice, pick it up and put it in the bin or get dropped themselves. Regardless of the legalities of such action I think this is a morally right approach to take.
We knew this was going to be a long one, there was the choice of splitting the passage up by an overnight in Padstow and perhaps a more cautious approach after having repairs would be to take it easy but in my view that would be avoiding the inevitable as we have several long passages ahead anyway so to hell with caution in this case.
Quite an uneventful crossing overall. The wind was fickle and it was engine then sails then engine etc, etc. Sea state was smooth and for about 3hrs in the latter part of the night we were joined by about 4 porpoises. Hard to tell them apart as they all look the same.
About 10 miles of Milford we noticed low lying fog in the estuary. Not ideal as its an oil refinery port and therefore massive ships that would squat us like flies. On with radar, with a continual watch on the AIS plus listening to port traffic, it blind navigating from buoy to buoy with having to put a rather hope more than trust in my calculations of heading and speed plus the electronics. About 100yrds, or half a cable in nautical terms, from the marina lock the fog lifted.
Stayed overnight, Scott left to go to Madrid to play rugby and I got shedded on Rev James Bitter and devoured and Indian.