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<\/a>Entrance to the River Dart, Dartmouth (kind of obvious?)<\/p><\/div>\n
Despite arriving at a truly uncivilized hour of the morning, I managed to remain awake long enough to moor safely on the Kingswear side of the River Dart (at the end of the Darthaven Marina visitors pontoon).<\/p>\n
<\/a>A real English pub... Cheers!<\/p><\/div>\n
That makes two crossings of ‘The English Channel’ for Eileen of Avoca! Hip hip hurray! Now before I get too carried away with partying, it’s off to bed…<\/p>\n
At a far more reasonable hour to be conscious (after midday), I formally celebrated my safe arrival in England with a cool lager and traditional pasty in Darmouth proper.<\/p>\n
How nice to be back in small boat territory, and what a fabulous holiday atmosphere!<\/p>\n
<\/a>No Children!<\/p><\/div>\n
Every man, woman, child and four legged friend was out enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. The latter having an especially good time as evidenced by some of the following photos:<\/p>\n
Apparently children are best left at home in this town…<\/p>\n
<\/a>Sea dog and child<\/p><\/div>\n
…or in the tender where the dogs can keep an eye on them.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Dog in a pram!<\/p><\/div>\n
But never fear, you can still make good use of their perambulator… \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
My only criticism of Darmouth is that there really isn’t much to do at night other than dine out or drink (neither of which I enjoy doing alone). Restaurant or pub, take your pick because the streets are completely deserted once the sun goes down (fear of the Banshee perhaps?).<\/p>\n
Never mind, after my winter stay in southern Spain, I’m becoming rather acclimatised to wandering about veritable ghost towns.<\/p>\n
At least people here were making good use of their boats during daylight hours!<\/p>\n
In fact, I was so enthused by all the boating activity, I couldn’t resist visiting all my new sailing neighbors to swap stories.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Tupny, a Colvic Watson<\/p><\/div>\n
I may have traveled a few thousand miles in Eileen of Avoca but that often pales in significance compared with the adventures older sailors recount.<\/p>\n
I tip my virtual hat in respect to the crew of Tupny and wish them well. What a pleasure it was to listening to their tales. If anyone else happens to come across Tupny, be sure to ask about their boats history, the sea anchor mishap and of the penguins of fortune…<\/p>\n
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