Decided that before we set off for France we should have some quiet time. A trip up the river Fal seemed ideal. The weather was a bit drizzly and overcast but we didn't care. Mylor had been quite nice but to be honest it isn't really our scene, so we paid out bill and took our last trip in the water taxi.
We followed the channel up river past Turnaware point where Paul had dried out and anti fouled Ti- Gitu and inspired us to build our legs. It seemed a nice anchorage but we wanted to go up the river as far as we could to explore.
As we rounded the next bend we began to see Dolphins, not the cute creatures we were used to but rather massive yellow steel mooring buoys, these are used to " mothball " large ships in times of economic crises. We only noticed a few old fishing boats and a rather splendid yacht.
I did consider the anchorage at Church Bay, just past the car ferry but in the end we continued up towards Maggotty Bank, again another splendid anchorage in a lovely Cornwall creek, with forested banks right down to the waters edge. As we approached Malpas reach, this was about as far as the depth of water would allow us to go on this tide and as we were approaching high water we moored to the last pontoon in the centre of the river.
This was now the Truro river, Truro being only a mile and a bit further on.
We were all set now for an afternoon chilling out. We came up the river on a rising tide and after a brief shower the sun even made an appearance.
Lynne relaxed in the cockpit and brushed up her French in preparation for the next big crossing.
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