It’s obviously that time of year: the Falmouth Sea Shanty is here! One of the songs that is sung regularly goes: ‘What shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, what shall we do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning?’
The lyrics are, perhaps unsurprisingly, apt. We joined the throngs of people by the harbour taking part or just enjoying the festival. We managed to secure a table in the outside courtyard of the pub, and since they weren’t serving food, we popped down to the chippy for some fish and chips. This we ate, whilst listening to the sea shanties being sung only metres away, drinking beer and generally enjoying the vibrant atmosphere. Lovely!
You know what hasn’t been lovely? You guessed it: the weather. Wednesday actually wasn’t too bad. We had sunshine at least.
Thursday dawned grey and muggy. Of course it did. Why would it be lovely and sunny on my birthday, of all days? Not to worry, we managed. Lunch was had down at a sweet little cafe called Fuel here in Falmouth. I had a burger and it was lush. Drinks down the pub followed, and then it rained, so we simply had to have a second- and a third. Finally, there was a break in the weather, so we rushed back to the boat and enjoyed another crucial birthday treat: a nap. Neil made his promised Beef Wellington for dinner, and it was absolutely delicious. I had declined a birthday cake, but I wouldn’t have had room for it anyway! We were stuffed. Amaretto finished the evening off nicely.
Friday was the day that Neil and Nick decided it was time I came up with an answer to the rhetorical question of ‘What shall we do with a drunken sailor?’ Well, apparently you take him home, let him collapse into bed while you’re back is turned for half an instant, struggle unsuccessfully to remove his jeans, shoes and bulky jumper while he rolls around giggling, and then, when he’s finally in bed, suffer through a sleepless night of him snoring, and getting up to stagger to the loo, alternately. The only positive consequence was the craving for a greasy breakfast, so we wandered up to that same cafe again for breakfast, which was once again excellent. I had the Cornish pancakes, wondering: what makes them different to normal pancakes? Sadly, I continue to live in ignorance on this point. They looked and tasted pretty normal to me.
So, some exciting news. Despite the seemingly never-ending grey cloud, tomorrow marks the end of the low pressure system which has, as the weathermen say, dominated our weather over the last few days. Which means: we’re finally leaving! We think! We hope! We’re all provisioned up and have a 0800 departure time tomorrow morning. Our crossing will be almost 500 nautical miles, will take roughly 3 full days, and will get us to Baiona, Spain. I shall report back post-sangria!