After an alfresco lunch in the cockpit ...
...we went ashore for a swim off the beach joining St Angus and Bugh.
On arrival and just as I cut the outboard motor, I suddenly realised that I had left the dinghy oars on the boat. So, as we started to get blown off the beach, but in what appeared to be shallow water, I asked Bast to jump in pull us ashore. He disappeared up to his chest and his life jacket immediately auto inflated!
After our (intended) swim we walked round Bugh where we found the Old Man who clearly needed our help to regain his feet!
There were wonderful views in every direction and sea birds nesting close to the footpath. We also came across a flock of Swallows or House Martins.
Dinner was Fish and Chips for me (moderate) and Crab Linguine for Bast and Joe (excellent) at The Turks Head.
We ate outside and by the time we'd finished the sun was nearly down and it was pretty chilly so we dashed back to the boat for coffee and creme slices which, now that we were well wrapped up, we consumed in the cockpit while we watched the sun go down.
Unfortunately our slumbers that night were disturbed by the thump, thump of what sounded like a very large generator. Quite why anyone would come to such a beautiful spot and then proceed to ruin it for everyone including themselves I could not imagine. A large motor yacht seemed the most obvious culprit because it didn't sound like a yacht engine/generator. So, when it left later in the morning, I gave them my best 'Paddington Bear' hard stare and rather deliberately declined to wave. The problem was that even after they had left, the thump, thump persisted. It must be onshore I reasoned, and hailed our neighbour Andy on his Rival 34, with whom I had had a chat the previous day. He was a frequent visitor from Falmouth and may know the source. But he couldn't hear it! Strange I thought as I held on to the pole on which the wind generator was mounted. Wait a moment, I could feel a vibration in the pole, pulsing at the same frequency as the thump, thump. Realisation began to dawn. I stopped the wind generator and sure enough the noise disappeared! Thank goodness no one else could hear it but I did feel particularly foolish.
After breakfast we set out to explore the beautiful island of St Anges characterised by enigmatic natural sculptures and beautiful beaches...
At one beach we were just about to take the plunge when we noticed scores of beautiful jelly fish in the water.
Never mind, after a short walk we found another perfect beach, virtually deserted with crystal clear waters and no jelly fish - quite sublime. We bathed and sunned ourselves before moving on in search of one of Scilly's specialities - cream tea!
Delicious!
We were enchanted by the very tame birds that came right up to the table to clear up the meagre crumbs we left behind..
Then it was on down the coast to the 19th Century Church and now ex Lifeboat Station which is immediately next door. The two were clearly very closely intertwined...
After looking round the Church and Lifeboat station, we noticed a large man made structure on an outcrop of rocks nearby, that appeared to be connected to the main island by a series of causeways and set out to Investigate. Halfway there we discovered there was a rather large gap of breaking waves seperating the last outcrop from the rest and so returned without reaching our destination.
Then we re-traced our steps back as far as Troytown Farm, which, John Passmore had assured me, served the best ice cream in the world.
He was right 😁..
After gorging ourselves and feading more tame birds (Thrush and Sparrows) we headed back to the beach and passed both the school and the now dissused Light House
Back at the dinghy, we returned to the boat where Joe cooked an excellent meatball dinner.
On Wednesday it was back to Porth Cressa.
It was time for Bast and Joe to catch the Ferry to Penzance for their onward journeys back to Steep and London.
It had been a perfect few days together, exploring beautiful islands in gorgeous weather.
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