Fowey to Dartmouth

From one glorious sailing harbour to another in nine and half hours of tedious motor-sailing in no wind. Fowey may be all cute pastel-coloured cottages and narrow blue waters... well so is Dartmouth, except it's bigger and grander by far (and it has better mobile internet, which means we can post pictures again.)

These are views of our lovely
restful stay in Mixtow Pill up the Fowey river.




Today's journey from Mixtow to Dartmouth was sheer drudgery, but the arrival spectacular. Wending your way past the small castle and through a narrow channel of deep water, you round a corner and see the splendour of Dartmouth spread out before you, many-coloured houses crowding on green hills and hundreds of vessels of all kinds moored on the water. 

As we approached, twin car ferries rushed across the river in opposite directions; we had been warned they take no prisoners so we slowed to a crawl. 

Sirena IV at the back of the shot, with gold mast

The advantage of arriving at 5pm on a wet Monday was that we got a prized slot on the Town Jetty, rather than the harder options of mooring on a buoy upriver, or a pontoon which doesn't connect with the land, which would mean the faff of blowing up the dinghy.






We had a stroll around town and got distracted by the estate agents, fantasising about buying a house with a view where we could watch the boat on her mooring (actually we did the same thing in Fowey) Then we just happened upon the best fish restaurant in town, called Rock Fish. Now we are full and happy and sitting in the plum centre of Dartmouth relishing all our good luck.

Old Dartmouth