May 4 Darted into Dartmouth

Can't believe we are on way west without head winds, rain, gales, or othe disaster.
We left Weymouth at a civilised hour and enjoyed our short stay at the gateway city of the Black Plague.
Out the harbour Portland to starboard looming high we drove through a lumpy sea contemplating our route either out side the race or scraping by the cliffs of the peninsula
We were brave and took the shortcut around the notorious ship swallowing Portland Bill, sailing within biscuit tossing distance of the lighthouse and towards the endless Lyme Bay.
Does anyone know why in a rising tide the water runs westward? We nearly came to fistycuffs arguing my tidal stream planning and still no answer was found. Three clueless yachtmasters but we did have a fair tide.
Perhaps navigational alchemy but perhaps luck. Remind me to toss Neptune an offering tomorrow.

We never did make Salcombe but diverted into Dartmouth where we now sit in The Castle Inn a pint of Doombar in hand. Bliss