So we landed in the little town of Fowey, instead of crossing the channel to Brest. Bad move since it was a cross between a really cool Capitola like town for shopping and a small village out in the middle of nowhere (like hike 3 km each was for petrol). So, what did I do - Shop.
The mouth of the bay
I finally broke down. I was cold and the fleece jackets in the window looked so warm, and so did the fuzzy crocs, and the fuzzy slipper sock, and the really nice nautical looking wool sweater. Now, I don't usually like wool, too itchy, but this was soft and warm and well, on sale! Oh, and I had to buy a purse since I never replaced the one that was stolen in Barcelona. Bad kitty indeed. Meow
at Anchor
the anchorageAnyhow, we enjoyed Fowey immensely, even though it was bad on the budget. Good thing we left for Brest 2 days later!
Kitty at the helm
On our way
