Goodbye Salcombe

We slipped our mooring and had a wonderful escort out of the estuary
from family and friends on the water and on the land. Much waving!

Over the bar, we were on our way. Sails hoisted, Tintin picked up on a
beam reach and we set our course for the Chenal du Four at the western
end of Brittany. As Devon cliffs receded it felt great to be actually
starting off on our adventure.