Caught out on Cornwall’s north shore in rapidly building wind and swell, there is nowhere to run to …
… most of the time. We were very relieved to paddle in through the portals of Portreath Harbour, the only sheltered landing for at least ten miles in either direction. They were enjoying their annual fete, and serenaded our arrival at the back of the harbour with a brass band fanfare. Which was nice.
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