Plymouth Hoe

Brilliant.

Well, what better place to start than Plymouth Hoe in the sunshine? And it was utterly fantastic at the end of the day because we were able to take everybody onto the hoe to have a look at the vista and the our drone captured all the wonderful audience there.

So we had just, I think, a fraction over 300 people at our event.

It was essentially full, absolutely brilliant, and then everybody in the sunshine afterwards on Plymouth Hoe.

The sun

did come out for us, and it was fantastic.

Drake he's in his hammock, and a thousand miles away.

Cap'n, art thou sleepin' there below? Slung athwart the round-shot in nombre de Dios Bay, And dreamin' all the time of Plymouth Hoe.

Yonder looms the island, yonder lie the ships With sailor lads a-dancin' heel-and-toe, And the shore-light flashin', and the night-tide dashin', He sees it all so plainly as he saw it long ago.

Drake, he was a Devon man, and ruled the Devon seas.

Cap'n, art thou sleepin' there below? Roving though as death fell, he went with heart of ease, And dreamin' all the time of Plymouth Hoe.

"Take my drum to England, hang it by the shore, Strike it when your powder's runnin' low.

If the dawn sight Devon, I'll quit the Port o' Heaven, And drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago." Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armada's come.

Cap'n, art thou sleepin' there below? Slung athwart the round-shot, listenin' for the drum, And dreamin' all the time of Plymouth Hoe.

Oh, oh, you know you used to know.

And it's years since we parted way down on Plymouth Hoe.

Oh, oh, so many years ago.

I've roamed around the world, but I've come back to you.