KERNOW BOUND
We decided to leave the Isle of Wight on Friday afternoon since Ross needed to drop some slalom equipment in Weymouth at the OTC en-route. Now Jamie suffers from car sickness so he always manages to blag the front seat while yours truly was lumbered in the back along with Jamie’s dog Fergus. Jamie had originally found Fergus wandering around as a stray in Pozo and through the goodness of his heart had gone through a lengthy process to bring him through quarantine back to the UK. On one of his first walks he chased a sheep off the cliffs at Kimmeridge, forcing Jamie to wade out in the water to save the aforementioned sheep. I knew that dog had a bit of a mischievous streak so made sure he was sat behind me up on the raised bed out of harm’s way. Once back on the road towards Cornwall Fergus somehow managed to drop a large boulder he had scavenged from his walk in Weymouth directly onto my head! From that moment on, Fergus became my enemy.
We made it down to Cornwall just in time for last orders with the weather outside showing no signs yet of the promised storm. Checking the buoys for any signs of swell also revealed a lack of action but we had the whole night ahead for the storm to brew! I guess you could call this the calm before the storm. Rather than sleep in the back of Ross’s van, myself and Jamie opted to splurge on a room in the Hayle Premier Inn close to Gwithians. The only room they had available was one with a large double bed and one other tiny camp bed in the corner. Of course I ended up in the camp bed while Jamie and Fergus, who he had smuggled in, had the huge double bed. I am sure that pesky dog gave me a wry smile just before lights out.