Vagabond and the scribe were re-united on Monday night – the weather was so foul that I erected the tent for the evening and stayed snug underneath it whilst it rained in torrents. The forecast said it would clear by Tuesday morning (4th July**) and the wind would be Beaufort 4 – 5 from the SW then backing towards the South. Our destination was Falmouth, more or less due SW of Plymouth. To catch the tide westward, we would have to leave at 08:00.
I woke at 12:15, 02:15 and every half hour (or so it seemed) and finally at 5:15, just in time to catch the first weather forecast of the day. It was unchanged. It was raining. I felt awful. I had breakfast and still felt awful. “B!!!!r sailing”, I thought and went back to sleep waking about 5 hours later, feeling much better. The sun was shining. “Never mind the best laid plans, let’s go” I thought.