Our last port of call going west. We awoke in thick fog and to the sound of at least two ships horns. I had to look up my sound signals. One on anchor and one underway. It looked ominous and We prepared for a lay in. However by 0745 we could see 1/2 mile. and by 08oo we were preparing to go.
There was nothing in the way of wind so we gently motored west, and by the time we had reached the Great and little Mew Stones the fog bank had all but disappeared.
The great Mewstone in the picture is an iconic landmark of the South Coast. It is a National Trust site and a permanent nature reserve. Mew’ was the old name for Herring Gull and also describe the sound they make. The new stone was probably so named from the colonies of “Mewling” gulls that once lived there.
And so after 4 hours on motor we rock up at Fowey. Surprisingly empty of yachts after the hustle bustle of Dartmouth and Salcombe.
Sailing club are out in their dinghies with a few of Foweys own Troy class amongst them. Gig rowers out too
4 Kidneys and a Wonky Leg 