So I was really thrilled that we were able to work our way to Falmouth (the last few miles involved a number of tacks and our arrival was later than we had expected, but we did properly sail in).
I immediately poured glasses of the last of Pam Meyer's rum (I believe that famous bottle has appeared previously in this very blog) and we each had 2 sips (the bottle apparently had a leak in it as there was very little left for the English landing).
We walked off the dock and set foot on the motherland!
Lots of people milling around, apparently tourists and we had a real Cornish pasty (those people from Green Bay and the UP know what I'm talking about).
Bill Lowe delivered as promised and guided us to a proper English pub where we procured a local bitter....none finer!
Nice place, but we decided to depart the next day...bad weather was predicted (you first have to understand what they consider good weather before that has any meaning) and we figured we may as well get some sea miles done instead of trudging around town in the rain.
We walked off the dock and set foot on the motherland!
Lots of people milling around, apparently tourists and we had a real Cornish pasty (those people from Green Bay and the UP know what I'm talking about).
Bill Lowe delivered as promised and guided us to a proper English pub where we procured a local bitter....none finer!
Nice place, but we decided to depart the next day...bad weather was predicted (you first have to understand what they consider good weather before that has any meaning) and we figured we may as well get some sea miles done instead of trudging around town in the rain.
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Hi Scott and crew!
Glad you enjoyed your Pasty! They are the bees knees. (Pasty is a proper noun in the U.P. In the early 19th century, many of the Cornish people were attracted to copper mining in Calumet, MI USA.
Cheerio Scott.
Mike Hocking
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