Portcuil

Portcuil seems remote, even by the standards of the Roseland. And yet, when you arrive it feels bigger than it is, packed with little dinghies tied up to the shore, and with its own boatyard, sailing school and sailing club. It sits just on the bend of this inlet, with St. Mawes and the sea straight ahead, and the tidal Percuil river to the right. In the gray drizzle, one wet lonely dinghy sails silently in between the moored boats. Drift upriver in a rowboat, and around the next bend you lose almost all signs of civilisation. Hear the cry of the waterfowl, and suddenly the sea and people are a million miles away....