Up the Fal

Wednesday started wet so we waited to decamp until the rain stopped. After a shower, Nic was getting back on to the boat when he stumbled, breaking skin on his shin which bled into his linen trousers. The old first aid box was deployed, with dressings and crepe bandage tied tightly. It didn't stop our plans. We motor- sailed up the Fal for a couple of hours, losing the wind in the process, past pretty places to stop such as the pool next to stately home Trelissick House. It rained very hard indeed for a long while. Sirena V has no sprayhood and we were dripping wet. On we plugged, and well before high water, arrived at Malpas, far up the river, not far from the city of Truro.


We had trouble mooring alongside a pontoon with a gusty wind blowing us off, until neighbouring crew took our lines. It had been difficult to get specifics about Malpas online, and there was no working phone; we thought we might have to overnight on a river pontoon, but it turned out Malpas now has (since 2021) a long non-drying visitor pontoon. Empty! (Some lunch party motorboats came later.)

Then it was time to dry out everything, and ourselves. Tea was brewed and lunch eaten. We walked up the connecting bridge on to land, to pay for our stay. The staff were v welcoming and directed us to the Heron pub, a stone's throw away.


Now there is nothing to do but read, chill and make dinner with the last of Plymouth veg that have not seen a fridge since last Friday. We're not walking far because N is resting his leg. Maybe tomorrow. 

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