Well here I am. I arrived in town on Wednesday, had my stitches out on Thursday and generally faffed about trying to sort out my mobile phone which got soaked last Saturday as I was getting out of a dingy in Dartmouth. Monday I had sailed for Plymouth, alone in twenty, twenty five knots of wind beating to windward. Just made Plymouth by daylight. Went into town never quite managing to get where I was going. In fact I was right under the Queen Ann Gunnery but I could not somehow trace my steps back to the pub and fish restaurant I had been to at the end of the Fastnet Race. Tuesday, sailed to Fowey. Beautiful sail. First time in winds under 16 knots. I was in the English Channel and not being bounced all over the place. What a pleasant change. Fowey was very pretty but only stayed the night. Had fish and chips on the quaye mulling over my situation. Wednesday Falmouth. A very civilised 11 am start. Another perfect summer sail. Now I am in Falmouth and the days are ticking by. I am in a bit of a state not knowing what exactly I'm going to do now I am here. The thought of launching myself single handed into the Atlantic is tempting but considering the fact that I woke up in a boat full of water because I had once again failed to shut off the water maker, makes me think twice about launching myself into the Atlantic. The way my luck is running I wouldn't make it past the Isles of Scilly Traffic Separation Scheme. To use an English expresion, I am utterly buggered.