Anyhow.
Now it blows a hooley, up to 28 knots so far, as we sit in the shelter of New Grimsby Sound, and the final proof of the weather forecast will be for it to die off by 10pm and let us out. Such is the wind that the couple in a nearby boat went ashore in their very nice inflatable with a Honda 2.5hp, and when they came back, they moored it astern. When they emerged to assess the sea and the wind, the dinghy had inverted itself, along with the Honda 2.5hp. There was an air of disappointment just discernible in the wind, but they did manage to get the outboard off and get it running again. A bit like the old days of Seagull outboards which would always give in after a while and start up.
On Saturday we are going to rush to Falmouth and leave the boat moored there for ten days.
Yesterday was walk around Tresco day, and today is don't go out in the dinghy, just make and mend aboard and drink tea. So last night I removed the 'moist wipe' jammed in the poo pump, and had words with the person who had put it in the loo. I spent a lot of time talking to myself.
Tresco and surrounding is just as fascinating as St Mary's was. It is full of picture postcard views, and small roads that are used by very narrow trucks and golf carts. No traffic lights, no stop signs, no nothing like that. Lots of easy walking from one end to the other.
Anyway. Some pictures, and a recommendation that you visit and use the ferries (cancelled today as it is blowing so hard).
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| Visited Abbey Gardens. Mural made entirely of shells. |
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| Bench. Covered entirely with lichens and things. |
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| A view up the sound. The big blow hadn't begun. |
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| The beach at New Grimsby. |
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