Day 10 - Escape to Port Isaac

Newquay Bay

These buildings looked like a ship last night when we came in. 

Just as grumpy as Doc Martin!

Port Isaac

Getting bored 

Drifting aimlessly 

Where is the wind!

Rock

Cool shot

Skip taking a rest. Haha!

A low expectations day with the priority being to get out of Newquay and find some peace and quiet. The camel estuary was set as a target. Just ten miles so ought to be doable even with the wind being fickle. 

Tide times meant that we had to be ready to leave before the harbour dried out. Being sufficiently tired from the day before meant that we were able to get some decent sleep in spite of the party gping on at the top of the beach.

Once outside and rigged it was a bit of a drift. Funnily enough.. not expecting anything meant that it became quite an enjoyable drift/ gentle paddle.

Another sunfish sighting provided some zoological interest. We hoped to be able to get alongside it but our paddles were obviously too noisy and the beast submerged before we could get close, so all we saw was the flapping dorsal fin. 

Some wind filled in just outside the camel estuary and we were able to smugly sail past a kayaker who was plodding along the coast. Emboldened we decided to go one or two stops further up the line if the wind held.

We made it a few more miles to just outside Port Isaac and paddled in to Doc Martin's tiny little harbour. We luffed up to anchor, threw the anchor over the side only to realise that the warp knot had come undone. I was able to watch the anchor sink through the water and land in a heap on the bottom with our chain on top. Ashore it was then ...

We were able to recover the anchor at low water, so no embarrassment there. Also the harbourmaster's father directed us to a spare mooring which gave us a secure home for the night.

We were joined shortly after by the kayaker who told us He had left Newquay that morning shortly after us. No embarrassment there then!

I dont remember his name but his Facebook page is called something like 'my rubbish Cornish paddle. '

Beer in Miss Glasson"s school.. then bed.