We've moved Pixie from her snug berth between two local fishing boats, just so when we leave about an hour and a half before low water we won't get stuck on the way out. This would, as well as being embarrasing, mean we'd loose our window for the west and north going tide, and would also mean we'd be approaching the Irish coast in the dark. Not much fun.
We've topped up the water, Kirsty is making sandwiches. I cooked tonights dinner last night, so it's one less thing to do underway. Kirsty is now onto her cheesy pita breads which are simply pita bread stuffed with cheese and put in a hot oven for 15 mins. Not only are they tasty, they are also edible hand warmers!
We've enjoyed our time in Newlyn, Dave the harbour master is a constant highlight of our day as he comes around to collect our dues accompanied by his latest humerous escapade. From a mobility scooter with a puncture and a driver a little worse for wear, to his cunning plan to stop drunk Russian fishermen trashing the shower, to what to say if ther owner of the boat next door comes back! All of which have had us in fits of laughter.
We went to a pub overlooking the harbour last night and had a really good night out, as the Twitter feed will testify. When we arrived we were the only people in the bar, by the end of it we were on first name terms with the barmaid and three others.
Best get on with the preperations
I like the sound of the cheesy pitta bread! We shall have to try that! But wait - handwarmers, in June? Oh... I remember... you're going... north! Sounds like a great 'local' place, what with the harbour master's tales and the pub. Cosy places like that are great. It must be hard to move on sometimes!
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