Today has been a complete contrast after yesterday. No more fast sailing, as there’s hardly any wind in the river, which is surrounded with steep wooded hills to keep the breeze away.
This morning I left my overnight anchorage, not far from the town of Dartmouth, at low water and allowed the flooding tide and what little wind there was to take me up stream to Totnes. A slow journey of perhaps 5 miles or so. A few desultory strokes with the sculling oar served to keep me in mid channel where I could make the best of the tide and just occasionally a few little puffs from here and there filled the sail for a few moments to help me on my way
The river so placid.
This family of ducks watched me drift past.
I eventually anchored in this muddy little cove. As snug a berth as anyone could want and out of the way of any other traffic, although there’s hardly any.
That will do for today. Tea time now.