Newlyn to Falmouth (£7 to boil the kettle) Spoiler alert- I’m writing this from France on our ‘rest day’. I’ll pick up where we left off: ‘waiting for a weather window’ in Newlyn (or ‘lazing around’ by its less formal definition). We have two bikes stashed on board, both folding Bromptons, one elderly cast-off andContinue reading “Barberry Goes Home”