Friday, September 25, 2020

The Fowey (rhymes with "Joy") River

 We finally got a break in the weather and left Mylor, sailing on Wednesday afternoon to the Fowey River, about 4 hours northeast of Falmouth. We had moderate winds (between 14 and 20 knots), on a broad reach, and we decided to try sailing with both foresails (the solent and staysail) raised. The boat sailed well, and we got a little extra speed from having them both up. 


We reached the cardinal mark outside of Fowey just before sunset. Katy took this picture shortly after we entered the harbor, as we were on our way to a mooring.

The next morning brought a mix of clouds and sun, and when the sun was shining from the east, Fowey to the west practically sparkled. This is an incredibly beautiful place.


As we were preparing to depart for the day in our dinghy, an enormous ship went past us up-river and then turned back, as if to take one of the large-ship moorings immediately beside us! Luckily, the ship came to a stop and was then towed further up-river, stern first. Whew!

We have spent the past two days exploring, first walking around the southwestern side of the river, then going inland and visiting the northeastern bank. Rather than do a blow-by-blow description of the walks, I'll just include some of my favorite images. Links to full albums will follow. 

Here's day one.

 





Believe it or not - this is a bus stop shelter.
It's TRUE! Katy had food stolen out of her hand, while walking on a semi-crowded street, by a seagull who just swooped in out of nowhere.

 
There are some very old, very large trees here.
 

And day two.

Has Katy become a QAnon follower?!?


One of our waypoints was this church, with its graveyard. The tombstones were fascinating, and sad.


How much tragic loss can one family stand?




Katy, in a rare moment of following directions.






 

Finally, some moments of levity










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