My search for a replacement water tank was over before it began. Cornish Crabbers, the maker of Equinox, is over the river in Rock. A phone call to them and Peter Thomas agreed to come and meet me off the ferry; and t'boot offered to show me around the factory too. Impressed, to say the least. Lots of boats under various stages of construction, not least, a Cornish Shrimper a week is leaving the site.
The new Crabber 26 hull looks right and well engineered. 32 staff now work there and the quality of everything they build shows. Padstow is heaving; well at least the harbour is. Walk back into the delighful rows of cottages and houses behind and they're all but empty - the real Padstow. Rick Stein dominates the place which somehow retains it's charm and is not too spoilt by the same fashion shops seen elsewhere. Someone gave a lot of thought to the harbour facilites which are first class. Heavan only knows where all the thousands of folk go at night; as by 11pm last night the place was all but silent. Although it's been noted the seagulls don't sleep here! Maybe the sodium street lights keep them awake. Their calls seem to get more desperate as the night progresses - as if to say, 'Well, if can't sleep I'm going to make damn sure you aren't either!'.
Tim and Fiona Wright, chums from our village are down for the week; the good news is they have a washing machine and tumble drier; and despite protestations let me start the cycle. Two weeks, one load. You can be frugal when needs must; and you're sailing alone! You wear them backwards, then inside out and then forwards again.... simple! Mind you when you've had a few Speckeld Hens and you can't find the opening things can get very tense!
It's all catching up with me now. So another day here, I suspect. Well why not?
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