We glided past devil's point where I used to go conger fishing as a teaching student. I almost lost my life there once when a rather temperamental conger I'd hooked decided attack was the best form of defence and so actually slithered up some steps to try and take chunks out of my feet at 4am one morning. With eyes the diameter of tea cup mouths and at some 7 feet long.......well you had to be there..........and it was frankly as scary as hell!
Past number one yard at the dockyard, now taken over by Stirling and son, the traditional boatbuilder whose work I admire so much, and old King Billy, the ship figurehead who has been recently given a repaint and clean and we were soon up near the ferries.
As always, crossing between the three ferries mean't switching on the motor as a safe precaution. Timing is everything as they are chain driven ferries. You have to pick your spot, get around the back of one before either of the other two depart the shorelines.
Passing Mt. Edgecumbe country park and the little village of Cremyll with its passenger ferry about to leave..............
The dockyards were empty, a Norwegian stealth frigate, a supply ship, a few subs. We passed close to a fuel tanker topping up the huge fuel stores on the Saltash side before sliding across the channel between the fuel barges towards Bull Point on the eastern shore, passing the new Royal Marines shore landing craft training centre.
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