Mylor – out to the bay – to Trelissick – to Turnaware
F4-5 (E) with smooth and then bouncy seas
Oh, we’re really cruising this summer! I’m sorry, but it’s been a very unworthy day for a Rustler (in some ways) but what a lovely time we had. We decided that we’d anchor away for the night, but thought we’d make a journey of it by going the long way around in to the bay. Quite a brisk breeze to blow us out, but then we hit the bay. Ooooh. Bouncy. Continue reading Turnaware Point→
A very brief outing today, to have the lift out to see how the “voodoo” of the ultrasound antifoul is working. Result = Pretty impressive! Well done, Mike Arnold! There’s a bit of weed in places (not bad considering the sewer pit that the River Hamble is together with an operational issue when it got knocked off by accident.)
Anyway, that was the day. We ran into the next Rustler 42 owner when we were in lift out. Ken had come on a test sail with us, and now he’s days away from launch. It’s such a privilege and a lovely reminder of where we were three years ago.
Anyway (again). In and out and we were back in the water to Mylor. A lovely dinner ashore with the Jones’. I’m not sure my grammar is right, but in a blog, who cares?! Pete and I walked around the headland, and then walked up and down the hill on the way home. 15 minutes to the “new place” (fingers crossed, hopefully, crossing fingers etc, etc) and then 15 minutes down the hill to the boat. Dodgy, dark road to walk along, but I’m sure we’ll get used to that!
We asked “Shiny Man” if he fancied a day’s sailing with about 2 hours notice. He cleared off his ‘to do’ list (to last a day, including a visit to the Post Office) in an hour, and was with us for a Grand Day Out. It was summer. The sun was high in the sky, the wind was a little fresh, but no matter. We said that we’d be looking back one day saying, “do you remember summer 2013 when we sailed over to the Helford for lunch?” Continue reading We’ll remember this as summer…→
…Unless… it’s blowing a hoolie! And it wasn’t! So, some three-and-a-half months after the injury, I’d been given a kind of all-clear to go sailing. As long as it wasn’t too windy, and that I wore the knee brace, and probably not if it was raining. We’re sailing in the UK – how often do conditions allow for that?! The weather, sailing and physio gods had aligned for me on 2nd June, and we were good to go.
I confess to being a little bit nervous. I was worried that I’d be slow, a bit useless, and worse, that it would hurt. Unlike the River Hamble, where there’s 30 minutes from marina to sea (and the raising of the sails), at Mylor, the sails can be hauled within minutes. Especially with an easterly, so, driving out through the moorings, we were hauling the mainsail – no messing! We were also out near high water (I think) so there was plenty of water around to turn towards the bay.
And how was it? Awesome. I hadn’t forgotten the routines of exiting, where the fenders are stowed, how to coil a mooring warp, how to steer Whinchat into the wind when the main is hauled. It was almost like breathing – no, wrong analogy. It was more like walking, with a slight limp. I was aware of the injury, and cautious, but the sailing was like walking. It was great to be on the helm, and as we headed south, on a port tack, it mean that my ‘good’ knee was braced. I am certain that my smile was as wide as wide can be. As you can see from the photo above, the skies were dreamy, the Gaffs in Falmouth provided wonderful sights on the water.
It was one of those days when the wind fluked around. It was never behind the beam all day. This is exciting sailing, which Whinchat seems to just adore, shoulder in against the wind. The wind flapped around, and died at times. Pete even dragged out the mackerel line when we were ghosting along, but then the wind came back, so the mackerel line was surfing! Not ideal for catching mackerel, but perfect for sailing. Whinchat has yielded one single fish, caught by my sister, which we threw back. Her record is still safe!
As we came back into the harbour, we were beating into the wind, so were short tacking up the channel. Man, I was out of practice on the winch! More weight training needed!
Mooring had its own challenges, as I’m not authorised to ‘leap’ (step/jump) from the boat to the dock. So, today, I called up the marina guys and they came to take our lines. Perfect service. Perfect day. I’m back on the water! Whoop! Whoop!
Every year should begin with plans for new adventures. Ours had a nod towards another big sailing trip, this time east, to the Baltic Sea. Peter had lived in Stockholm for a while, and I had lived in Warsaw (OK, I know not by the sea, but I was a frequent visitor to Gdansk), and I think this had given us both an added curiosity for this body of water. However, that was before I injured my knee, and knocked all sailing plans on the head. Continue reading My knee doesn’t work!→
Our winter berth ended in March at Universal Marina, and we rolled over another month whilst we wondered what to do. The Baltic was out, but what else might work with a defective crew? The skipper scratched his head, neither of us wanting to keep her on the Hamble for the summer (cost, if nothing else for a half-used boat). Continue reading Whinchat moves to Mylor→
In February I received the very exciting news that Whinchatter had won an award – The Lacey Trophy for the best online website/blog. I’d entered the blog in the Cruising Association’s annual competition at the end of 2012, and was delighted to receive the news I’d won earlier this year!
The awards evening was back in March, at Cruising Association House, back when I was on a crutch (another story). The trophy was presented by Geoff Hunt, who’d given a brilliant talk on his marine art. I got my mitts on the trophy for a few moments, but got to keep a Cruising Association clock as a memento (which now sits proudly opposite my desk at home).
The award includes publication in this quarter’s Cruising Association magazine, which had landed on our door mat when we were sailing. What a thrill to see extracts from Whinchatter in print! I’ve taken a very crude scan and then screen print to share my name in print – and a wonderful photo of Whinchat under cruising chute taken by our friend Tim last summer…. Do peer in and take a closer look (reference page 45)!!
In the Editor’s comments, she writes that the Lacey Trophy had the most entrants of any category. This makes me so very proud, pleased, inspired. I only wish that there was more of a sailing story to tell this year – but there is a story, so I will write what there is in the coming weeks.