Well, we've now arrived in Salcombe, on our slow trip East.

The photo is of Sunset at Hope Cove, beautiful.

We arrived 'round the corner' into Salcombe following our prudent escape from Hope Cove, and we saw gusts of Force 8 as we rounded Bolt Tail, so were glad when we safely crossed the bar into Salcombe, the same bar mentioned by Alfred Lord Tennyson's
"Crossing the Bar"

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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Well said, from over 100 years ago. We were indeed happy to have crossed in the literal rather than metaphorical sense, as we've hope not to 'cross over' for many years to come!

The photo is at Hope Cove watching the sunset over the Americas!

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