Or you might argue, the festival of diesel, as wind and tide were not favourable for a run up the estuary this afternoon under sail. No matter, it was an impressive sight, with just about anything that would float making its way from South Sands back to the town in flotilla.
Lifeboats, new and old, lead the way.
The fleet follows on.
Lovely old lifeboat bringing up the rear.
Last night we had dinner in the Galley, and got a window table!
Lobster, very nice.
This morning, we start with a D Day remembrance ceremony.
THEY THAT GO DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS, that do business in great waters; These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep. For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits’ end. Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Open day at the Salcombe lifeboat “Baltic Exchange III”
Inshore lifeboat “Joan Bate” with a new coxswain.
And at last, the suns puts in an appearance.
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