It is amazing how quickly we can return to our old rhythm on board. After a good nights sleep we decide to get on with some essential chores, certainly a very non glamorous part of sailing life: cleaning the boat, washing clothes and provisioning for the following days. In a funny sort of way we find completing these chores soothing and at the end of the day sit down contented in our cabin with some hot food and reasonable wine knowing that our little home is fit and ready for the adventures to come.

We have decided to split our journey south to Padstow into two 40 mile stages, the first is to the island of Lundy, a nature reserve in the Celtic Sea.

Our trip out from Milford Haven starts with some steep seas as we tack out of the channel before turning south east towards Lundy for some great down wind sailing.

We anchor in 8 meters of water, and discuss whether we should pump up our dinghy WR4tje so we can go ashore. We agree that it is more important to get some rest and have a bite to eat and a decent shut eye as we plan to leave the anchorage in the early hours to catch the tidal gate at Padstow. Our anchorage according to the pilot books supposedly offers shelter from the Atlantic swell which surges in from the west - although the sea was considerably calmer than elsewhere we roll considerably from side to side.

We set our alarm clocks for 01:30 but Roland is awoken at 00:30 by the anchor alarm which Roland had set with too small a circumference. As we were to get up an hour later anyway we weigh anchor and set off in a south westerly direction with no moon at all, and only a few glimpses of the starry skies between the clouds. A beautiful sight at night time is the bioluminescent plankton in our wake glowing in the dark.

Fairly exhausted we sail into Padstow Bay past the treacherously named Doom Bar and moor in the inner harbour against the harbour wall.

We visited Padstow two years ago and knew exactly what we were in for. Tourists tourists and tourists. People eating fish and chips wherever you look, kids trying to catch crabs along the harbour walls with their parents watching them jealously obviously wanting a go themselves. As the evening sets in a lot of the crowds go home, the remaining people enjoy the shows put on by street musicians and jugglers. And we enjoy a plate of pasta and a well earned glass of wine.