So we didn't sail to Fowey today. There is a brisk northwestern F5 blowing out there, so it would have been a fun, lively beat.
Instead I spent the morning car shopping. Possibly my least favourite kind of shopping except maybe grocery shopping. I like that even less.
But a car was found and by early afternoon Dad and I were on our way down to Plymouth to retrieve what was left of the weekend.
I'm now sat aboard Calstar. My son Ben and Hannah are joining us shortly, a stop off on their way home from Cornwall.
Table booked for supper in the Barbican tonight, then home again tomorrow for work on Monday and to work out how I'm going to pay for this new car.