Pottering - Part 62

This looks like the last day of the cruise.

Early this morning when the mist lifted, I paddled 'Sandpiper' out of Tolcane Creek, and allowed the ebb to take us south past wooded Turnaware Point where a zephyr warranted making sail.

The silence was broken by the call of birds; first a pheasant, then a wren, a wood pigeon, a crow and a chiff-chaff. I had this part of the Truro River to myself. Slowly the wind picked up and came in from the SW which had us on the wind, but there was no strength to it.

Once again I anchored 'Sandpiper' more or less where she had been yesterday - at St. Just Pool. A hazy sun gave a hint of promise for more brightness, which was the case until mid afternoon. From there on, there was a light covering of greyish cloud, enough to cool the air.

Landing on the beach was easily done, since the water was almost like a millpond. 

Because my canoe is an inflatable I have to take care not to puncture her. Just before arriving at the water's edge, I kneel facing forwards, then I step over the side. As soon as I am established with firm footholds I lift the canoe out of the water and carry her to a point above the high water mark.

The 2 mile footpath from St. Just to St. Mawes is well worn. At this time of year many people use it, and cattle, too!

I love combining my small boat cruising with walking, and for as long as I can remember I have derived great pleasure from the exercise and from things I see and experience.

Today was no different. In fact, walking to St. Mawes and back was as good as it can get. 

The coastal path runs through 'set aside' farmland, which I think is brilliant, because insects and wild animals have a really rich environment for their preservation.

One reason for visiting St. Mawes on foot was to repeat what I did when I sailed there with 'Ladybird' two or three years ago; that was to buy and savour a White Magnum ice cream! My wish was satisfied.

My plan is to put into Restronguet Creek for the night; then to return home by train tomorrow.