It's a pretty place and one I have fond memories of from a couple of years ago when I was sailing Dark Tarn back to Preston from Portsmouth. I remember the Victory Inn as being a good pub and when we popped in all was as it should be, the personable young man behind the bar poured us a perfect pint of " Doom Bar". However he then left leaving the manager in charge who unbelievably couldn't pour a decent pint. By the way this isn't rocket science you fill the glass from the bottom and let it settle, I pointed this out after the disappointing second pint but he just looked at me as though I was a bit of an annoyance and let the excellent beer pour from a height into the glass leaving a flat and disappointing beverage. Needless to say we were the only customers at this point and then we left. An empty pub at 10.30 on a Saturday night................when we return he won't be here.
We had a further explore of the town the following day, and discovered the obvious attractions of the town.
The fort dating back to Henry the eighth.
The fabulous ( non working ) old petrol pumps, not to mention several other hostelries and eateries.
However the real find was the sailing club, very pleasant atmosphere and the cheapest beer in town.
The best library of yachting books I have seen in a long time. Also very quiet........
The following day, drinking my dinner time coffee I noticed an occurrence on the harbour, it seemed that the local diving club were giving the public the opportunity to play around with old diving equipment, namely lead booted, copper helmeted, and fed by a hand pumped compressor to a diving suit circa 1920.
At first this all seemed to be going well.
The willing participant went into the water and presumably had a bit of an underwater experience blissfully unaware that that the compressor feeding them life giving air was being cranked by a couple of 8 year old children.
Needless to say when we returned an hour later a woman was being administered oxygen and an ambulance was on its way. On the bright side she was alive. No idea what had occurred however this would have definitely been frowned upon by BSAC!
However the next step in our voyage was looming and I suddenly realised we had no paper charts of Brittany.
We had electronic charts but I always like to have paper charts as an electricity free option, we decided that rather than take Dark Tarn to Falmouth, just across the Carrick roads, it would be as easy to just get the ferry.
We could also take the opportunity to search for Charlie's house with the flagpole marked on Admiralty charts.
Found it fairly easily, but we're not sure until auntie Mary confirmed the location.
Also took the chance to get a last look at the beautiful " J" class yachts berthed at Pendennis Marina.
So tomorrow we are away to France.
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