Well we headed further east again, this time under sail as the wind was for once not directly on the nose. We decided for the easier option (so we thought) of a simple anchorage, that we'd been in before. We arrived in plenty of light, snuggled up to the north cliff and settled down. However the wind didn't back north as predicted, but stubbornly stayed in the north east and we spent a very sleepless night rolling heavily and fretting over the easterly swell rolling into the bay.
We had a crew conference early next day and decided discretion was the better part of valour and decided for a quick motor across Plymouth Sound to the river Yealm (which we hadn't intended to visit) to pick up a Harbour authority mooring and get some well needed rest.

The photo is off us ensuring we immersed ourselves in the local culture at Fowey, Emerald is in the background, honest! That is why we chose this culture to sample, your honour!

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