Yesterday, Wednesday, whilst Jackie met with the Golden Girls for a walk in Plymbridge Les and I thought we might take the sit-ons out on the Tamar. High tide wasn't until  1530hrs so we thought we would catch a quick bite to eat in The Railway at Saltash.

No sooner had we finished our Chicken pie with chips, peas and a half of Thatchers Gold than we were at Saltash public slip. The sit-ons were soon in the water and we were underway.

We were on a recce for an overnight camp spot we had spotted a few weeks back. Eventually we found it and landed. It did not seem, if my Iban tracker skills still held good that anyone had landed here all summer. The place was overgrown. WE settled in a flat piece of the landing well back from the river and hidden in the trees. For an overnight stay it would be nice to pull the boats ashore and cam them up. There seemed to be no habitation that close. A farm, more or less opposite on the far distant hill would not see the light of our fire if we kept it small and screened.

As we had eaten earlier our usual canoe feast of bacon, eggs, onions and mushrooms in a bap was not needed but we both lit fires and brewed up. We made a mental note of gear we would need and hoped to return sometime soon.