Well as the wind eased I finally managed to escape the not unpleasant clutches of Bude.
As I prepped to go Sam Roberts came over for a chat. Sam is a level 5 surf coach working from Bude; we chatted about the boat, the trip and paddling things in general. But once again it was soon time to get on with the job.
As expected the 2 day break meant things were a little rusty and sore, my top arm always grumbles after a break - but such is life.
The surf was none too big but I still got a bit of a splashing on the way out. Out back there was a 2-4ft swell and a bit of a breeze, but the sun was playing the game today.
This was a good opportunity to do a bit of compass practice, so I set out on the pre-planned bearing - intrigued to see what would come of it.
After a few hours things were pleasingly about right, so I got bored with that game and dialled in a 3k offset and went for a big ferry instead.
After all the weather the vis was good (I first saw the island at around 17miles) and Lundy steadily loomed larger and larger. The ferry was working fine and so I trimmed the offset a little and headed for the SW corner.
As I closed I figured I would cross the tiderace and then skirt the cliffs to the SE corner and the landing bay. But the swell made things just a touch too unpleasant close in, so I caught the flow again and rounded the corner into the tranquility of the bay. 5hrs from Bude.
Next was a long and rather physical haul up to the top for a quick drink in the Tavern and over to the campsite. You won't be the first to tell me I could have left the boat at the bottom, but I would just have been walking up and down that hill all night for the kit I forgot.
After food I took a walk up the island, nice scenery; but all too soon it was time to head back to finish tomorrow's plan and write this entry for you dear reader.
I hope you appreciate the sacrifices I make for you!
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