We left Newlyn under dazzling blue skies with no wind and favourable tide. A mile out I had an acrimonious right of way argument with a cardinal mark. I felt the buoy was comfortably on…

Falmouth is paradise for sailors. There are gaff rigged oyster smacks, pilot cutters and wooden boats everywhere. If only the weather were less odious and the tides (15′ + at springs) more manageable. Here, a…