Lafrowda Day, St Just, Cornwall

We left a very wet Scillies after multiple games of Canasta and a good British show of moaning about the skin puckering weather as well as the lack of wind. Anyhow, the latter situation improved gradually and by the time we arrived in St Mount's Bay we had something else to moan about namely that there was too much wind. We piled into the wet dock at Penzance just as a messy 8 was setting in and rafted 4 boats out from the tall harbor walls.

St Michael's Mount, Mount's Bay

We spent the next fun packed 48 hrs with St Just friends Anne Marie and Martin and little Alina, going to the annual Lafrowda festival which filled me with a warm 'wow the community thing still does happen' fuzzy glow (Casper's same glow fuelled by Tribute and pasty - see below).