The above is a photo of the interior of Truro Cathedral. I was surprised to learn it's actually quite recent; built in 1875 or thereabouts when the then new Diocese of Truro was created.
The main reason for being in Truro was to get our 'Day 2' Covid tests. It took ages to find somewhere nearby and Truro was the nearest - half an hour on the train. Even given the rip off price of £129 per head we were pleased to have to make the trip into Truro which is an atttractive town.
After getting our tests and wandering around we headed off for a walk down the North bank of the Truro River with Malpas being our destination where a local has told us we would find a lovely pub with a view over the river.....
We did find the lovely pub by the River but unfortunately, we couldn't get in because of ... Covid of course. So we turned round and headed back to Truro town. Fortunately, we found another pub within 45 minutes and so were able to quench our thirsts and fill our tummies. I also phoned my Stepmum and Mum.
The photos of Bonny on the Pontoon at Falmouth with her name prominently displayed on the cockpit dodgers, promted Mum to recount her wartime evacuation experience of farm life including a Carthorse named "Bonny", on which, if she was very good, she was able to ride. That sealed my decision on whether to re-name Bonny or not. "Bonny" will now, most definitely, remain "Bonny".
On our return to Falmouth, we took Agustin for a traditional Cornish treat, a cream tea. Unfortunately, neither tea or cream were to his taste.
I'm not sure what happened on Thursday other than we did the laundry and cleaned up the boat. Oh yes, and in the afternoon we had OCC visitors. Reg and Nicky on their Rustler 42, who Agustin has met before in Gran Canaria, and John on his Rival 32. I met John when sailing Arctic Smoke on the Jester Baltimore Challenge in 2019.
Ah, I nearly forgot the "Whoops". As John was leaving he said, "...Oh I see you've taken your hydrovane rudder off" I replied "... no I haven't". "Yes you have" he retorted. "No I haven't I said with equal conviction". "Yes you have".... "No I haven't, look it's just.... ****ing hell it's gone". The dam thing had dropped off somewhere during the last 50 miles of the passage. We thought it wasn't working too well🤣. Another job to add to the already lengthy list.
On the Friday we went for a morning walk to Pendennis Castle on the Western shore of the harbour entrance....
In the afternoon, Ian and Venessa visited from Barnstaple. Ian's an old Sailing pal and provided us with weather reports via text messages over satalite....
That night we opened the sealed envelope with our predictions in it for the lengthof the passage. My guess that we would cross a line at an angle of 315° through the Lizard Light, at 1600 on 24th of August was the closest. The guys subsequently nought me a bottle of bubbly!
Saturday is the start of a series of Ocean Cruising Club events and Sharon, Stephen, Ines and Amara are driving down to spend the weekend with us.
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