Summer's over and the boat is back in Plymouth. We (my father and I) had a great sail home, through the channel islands and back across to Plymouth last week. It was cold, but sunny (albeit not at 3 am Tuesday morning when we crept into a sleepy Plymouth) but reminiscent of lots of trips we did together 20 odd years ago now. Fidelio seemed reluctant to go home and the wind seemed to be forever in our face, but some cultured tacking (and use of the engine) got us in eventually. Until next year...in the meantime the beard's days are numbered.
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