Monday’s sail east couldn’t have been more different to our previous attempt two days earlier. The sea was calm, the sun shone, and we reached Fowey within three hours on a fast comfortable reach with a brisk north-westerly. Bliss!

Whilst we usually take a swinging mooring in Fowey harbour, we opted for a visitor’s pontoon up the river on this occasion so that we had a little more protection from the strong incoming winds. This proved a good bet, and when the 45 knot winds blew in overnight on Tuesday we felt safe and secure, despite the wind whistling all around us. Moorings are £33/overnight, but a free night is thrown in if you’re staying for a week – and even without the freebie it’s cheaper than staying in a marina. Although there’s no water or electricity on these pontoons, you can fill up with water at the shore-linked Visitors Pontoon by Berrills Yard – and even stay on this VP overnight from 4pm-8am if you need shore power (for an extra charge). Further facilities are available at nearby Mixtow Marine.

On the hottest day of the year (and after a wash-out summer), Lulworth Cove soon filled up on Saturday morning. Families, paddle-boarders and swimmers made a beeline for the beach, while rambling groups, tourists and joggers swarmed along the coastal path. It seemed like the entire population of Dorset had suddenly descended on the area, as everyone tried to make the most of the sun that had finally decided to shine on the UK. With the Cove fast-turning into a churning mass of SUPs, swimmers, motor-boats and sightseeing RIBs, we beat a hasty retreat and sailed out along the Jurassic Coast, drinking in the magnificent views of the stunning UNESCO coastline.

Light winds meant we couldn’t sail very far, but it was only a short hop to Weymouth, which would be a good starting point to sail across Lyme Bay on Sunday. As Weymouth harbour doesn’t offer fuel, we motored into Portland marina to replenish both our fuel supplies and water tanks. There’s also a Lidl supermarket just opposite the marina, which is very handy for stocking up with essentials. With a short stay booking (4 hours), we managed to shop, shower in the marina’s excellent facilities, and re-fuel ready for our long day’s sail tomorrow.

Leaving Portland, we planned to anchor for the night but our first attempt opposite the beach in Weymouth Bay proved a terrible choice: the bay is plagued by jet-skiers who seemed to circle us in ever noisier displays of engine power. After an hour of enforced noise pollution, we gave in, raised the anchor, and headed back to Portland harbour for the night. Peace reigned in the serene anchorage opposite Castle Cove Sailing Club.

After taking Buddy for a quick run along the beach at Hamstead/Newtown, we left the anchorage with the early morning tide. Light winds were forecast for most of the day, so we needed the tide at least to be in our favour if we were to get anywhere.

As we motored out of the Solent, a thick haze on the horizon made for a very eery atmosphere; it was the first time I’d seen the lighthouses at Hurst Castle and The Needles lit during daylight hours. With light wind and poor visibility hindering our progress west, we stopped at Chapman’s Pool for lunch. Several other boats had clearly had a similar idea, but the rolling motion in the anchorage meant that none of us fancied overnighting there; most boats had left by the time we returned from a quick dog-walk. We followed suit and pressed on to Lulworth Cove, gawping at the magnificent Jurassic coastline and its fascinatingly varied geology that’s best viewed from sea.

Lulworth proved much more sheltered from the swell – and by this time the haze had burnt off in the afternoon sun and we were able to enjoy the breath-taking views from the coastal path when we went ashore.

Before starting our journey west, we managed to squeeze in one day’s sailing in the Solent with Skipper’s parents – and happily, we were blessed with perfect conditions.

Picking them up from Hamble, we had exactly the right amount of wind to sail across to Osborne Bay, with the sun beaming down on us all the way. Skipper’s 89 year old dad took the helm for the day, while his 83 year old mum kept watch. We dropped the anchor for lunch and, although this spot can be rather rolly with lots of passing traffic from motor boats and ferries, it proved calmer than usual, with a delightful breeze keeping us all cool.

The wind grew increasingly light on our return sail to Hamble, and many of the racing boats around us were in full spinnaker mode – always a splendid sight! After dropping our passengers off at the visitors’ pontoon by the Royal Southern Yacht Club, we motored to Newtown Creek for the night.

The heatwave had clearly brought all the sailors on the south coast out in force because the creek itself was packed. Even the anchorage of Hamstead, just outside Newtown’s entrance was busier than I’d ever seen it – usually there’s only one or two yachts anchored here; when we arrived I counted 18. But as the sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, we had little choice except to join the throng.

Alderney would be our last stop before sailing back home to the Isle of Wight. Sadly we would only have half a day to explore the island, as the weather conditions for a Channel crossing looked best the following day. But after reaching Alderney at lunchtime and anchoring in Braye harbour (£10 to anchor), we headed straight to shore and managed to pack enough in to get a flavour of the place.

In fact, Alderney might just be our favourite Channel Island of all the ones we’d visited in the Bailiwick of Guernsey. It felt the most residential, the most interesting, and the combination of stunning scenery, fascinating history and equally spellbinding architecture was compelling. Although many of the shops close for a half day here on a Wednesday, we enjoyed walking through the picturesque High Street and soaking up the history of the old town. We then took a circular route back along the beach, picking salt-enhanced blackberries as we went. An old schoolfriend of mine had invited us to dinner that evening, so we were lucky enough to have a spectacular supper with her family. Then we repaired back to Exeat, ready for an early departure in the morning.