We woke up this morning at 7 am still feeling a bit jet lagged. My breakfast was an interesting British combination of smoked trout with poached egg and baked tomato. John had Irish bacon, roasted tomato and an egg.
Off to meet Agnes in Newlyn. As we arrived at the dock, I was looking at every wooden boat out there and wondering which one was her. Abruptly, John stopped the taxi: "There she is!". Yes, there she was, tied alongside an old fishing boat. From the dock, we had to gently step down about 3-feet into this boat, then across to Agnes.
|Our first view of Agnes -- rafted on the far side of a fishing boat|
|Bonding with Dave and Mark|
|Walking around Agnes' deck|
|Our berths for the next week|
|Agnes' cozy main salon and galley|
|John in his element|
|Settling in for the crossing - John, Derek and Mark|
with Cornwall disappearing behind
Lunch was served on deck: vegetable soup and bread. Dinner was served below: beef stew with cabbage, mashed potatoes and bread and wine.
I am trying not to compare this voyage with Fiona's, but it is a bit hard because Fiona (and some small sails on Blue Moon --- John's boat) are all I know about sailing. So if I go that way, just stop me!
After dinner, Captain Luke calls the watches. The "team" (meaning all of them and volunteers until 1 am, then Derek and Mark 1 to 3 am, then John and David and me (sigh) from 3 to 5. I asked John to wake me up for the sunrise...
With Fiona (you were supposed to stop me!) all moments of the daily sailing were planned. Lunch precisely at 1:00, chocolate treat for dessert, tea and bisquits at 3:00, Happy Hour at 5:00, dinner and 7:00, watches start precisely at 8:00 pm and time of arrival exactly 4:22 pm the next day.
|Our hosts: Luke and Johanna|
After taking my long nap this afternoon, I felt guilty and was ready to go up on deck to take over somebody's watch. Captain Luke looked at me and with a smile said, "Let them be, they are enjoying being men". Agreeably, I turned around and took another long womanly nap.
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