After a long winter confined mainly to nearby waters, we decided to head off for a week or two further afield. Friends on Sheokee decided to sail in company with us and together we set off on a fine, calm morning across Storm Bay.
Despite purging the clams overnight in seawater and many changes of fresh water, there was still a lot of sand in the clams, so I ended up using only the cooking broth and a little bit of the solid muscle in the chowder.
It was a relatively short run (32nm) from Bridport to Foster Inlet. We arrived around 4pm in a 15kt SW, which was rolling strongly into the bay.
The trip back down the Tamar was just as picturesque as the trip up, with the bonus of a light tailwind.
We were assured that the berth that we were in had enough water for our 2 metre draft. It was interesting then, to see the depth gauge reading 0 metres below the keel well before low tide.
After a restless last night in Devonport, including a 3am bout of indecision about our change of plans, we left the Mersey Yacht club on the morning ebb tide.
Sommers Bay is a lovely anchorage for northerly winds, but it is exposed to the south and gets a nasty chop in any sort of southerly. Just as I was beating the eggs for breakfast we heard the wind pick up from the south, a bit earlier than we expected!