The time had come to move on to the French coast where we were hoping to leave Away over winter. But our time at anchor had allowed our annual end of season rethink (we always end up changing our winter location). Visas, dogs, family and accommodation costs meant it would be more sensible to return to Falmouth.

A solid north easter ruled out a trip to Alderney which has little protection from that direction. But it did promise a fast sail across the channel. A local mentioned that once we past the overfalls it should be reasonably comfortable. Sorry, what overfalls? We couldn’t find mention of any overfalls north of Guernsey in any of our guide books and no rough water markers on the chart. We even read an article by a local saying they had never encountered overfalls in this area.


The 20-30 knots of north easterly wind met 4 knots of spring tide flushing us out of the Little Russel channel. We soon spotted a line of breaking waves. For the following half hour we tried to set the speed fast enough that we could control the boat and not turn side on the the waves, but slow enough as to spend as much time in contact with the water as possible.




We were making good progress and decided to head for the Dart. We found a visitors pontoon which was mostly empty this time of year. Apart from the naval college on the hill and associated maritime comings and goings there was a steam train chuffing in and out of the station across the river. It even accepted dogs possessing the appropriate ticket.



We enjoyed an explore up river on the local ferry and went for a walk.

However, soon it was time to begin the trip west towards Falmouth. A quick passage to Plymouth was in order as we had never been there and the weather wasn’t looking too great.




Leaving Plymouth for Fowey was a beautiful day. Except we did manage to pick up some weed in the thruhull for the engine cooling. Our fancy new exhaust temperature sensor alerted us and Adrian went for a quick swim, in a wetsuit, and cleared the weed before we have a repeat of this years shenanigans.


After our beautiful walk in Fowey, it was time. Time to accept the season was over and we’d had an unlucky year. Time to accept that we didn’t get to France. No matter, there are other ways. Off we trot to Falmouth and our winter berth.



Next time we make up for not getting to France by boat by going to France by boat…
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