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Final Thoughts

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  Balta Sound - our most northerly anchorage       Now we are home, here are a few thoughts about our trip:  Certainly harder than any of our recent long sailing adventures, almost brutal at times. Colder and windier than we've experienced before in these waters. 2024 was a particularly demanding year for weather with frequent spells of gale-force wind around us.  There seemed to be a succession of stationary Lows centred on Iceland. It seems that the new norm is for the wind to gust from F3-4 to F6 and above in a very short time, making it hard to decide the best sails set-up plus adding to the stress of passage-making.  Is this a product of global warming we wonder? We seemed to have head winds both heading North and South! It was (once again) great to meet up with other sailors also battling to take their boats into these wilder waters.  Shetland was so different to Orkney and full of impressive rock formations as well as high hills. Oil money ...

Reaching Home

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On the mooring in New Grimsby Sound, the weather was so warm that I even jumped overboard at one point.  I didn't stay in the water for long though, it was more refreshing than I expected. New Grimsby Sound - Fine Weather After two days of sunshine, the weather turned grey and we took the overland route (green on the chart, only advised with at least half-tide and rising!) over to St Mary's for an early start, next morning.  We sadly gave up on the idea of anchoring in The Cove (between St Agnes and Gugh) and the delights of the Turks Head public house due to a forecast of SSE breezes blowing straight into the anchorage. The 60 miles to the Helford River involved light breezes and we motor-sailed all the way.  Our Yanmar engine continues to run smoothly; nearly home!  Tuna fish leapt, as did their prey, trying desperately to escape them.  We were impressed by the tide generated lumpy seas around Lizard Point, which bore no relation to the wind strength. In Helfo...

Summer Holiday - at last!

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  Kilmore Fleet in Harbour We whiled away a couple of days in Kilmore Quay as the strong winds blew through, reckoning that if the fishing fleet had decided to stay in port, we would as well!  We took the bus to Wexford and enjoyed a few hours walking round the town, reading the history plaques about the dastardly deeds carried out by Cromwell in the past (don't mention that we're British). Then on Wednesday 28th August, we put to sea at 08:00 to start our long beat south towards the Scillies, 135 miles away. We were unable to make directly for the Scillies, due to a SSW F3-4 headwind at first but this later lifted to a more reasonable direction as it turned SW, then W.  However, the strength rose to F6 at times, giving us an uncomfortable passage and we were concerned not to arrive in Scilly during the dark. Closing the Scillies under a wonderful sky However, the wind moderated overnight and with the help of an adverse tide (thankfully slowing us down :) we happily made ...

Battling South

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At first glance, the local Greystones coastal footpath looks rather unwelcoming.  However, someone has left a useful gap in the barrier and I decided to investigate further.  I soon discovered that many local people ignore the signs too and are simply a little careful where the path is in danger of crumbling down a small cliff. Greystones Coastal Footpath The path developed into a beautiful walk and the local footpath commission should really do a local repair rather than erecting several barriers (which have been there a long time and all of which have been circumnavigated).  When I reached the cliffs proper, I struck off left, up more well made paths, to the local peak for great views all around. View Inland - Wicklow Mountains The weather continues to create an exceptional summer, with Storm Lilian, the 12th of the season. Storm Lilian However, our 25 miles close reach, Southwards to Arklow, was no problem, keeping reasonably inshore in moderate waves and up to force 6...

Dodging The Gales

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With a gale forecast for the Irish Sea next day, the 20th August, we gave up on my cunning passage plan and went to bed, reluctantly giving up on a Westerly wind.  It looked as if we would be spending several more days in the rustic Carlingford Marina. I liked it in Carlingford Marina, it is a quirky place, including the way ashore via an ancient (originally steam powered) concrete tugboat, built in the first world war.  The harbour walls are also a bit rough, much of it founded on two sunken concrete barges.  The approach is circuitous, and needs some local knowledge to avoid a large mud bank.  One in the marina, don't turn to starboard, where the keel soon touches the soft ooze (we did this, at slow speed, but easily got off again).  Our pilot book needs updating on that subject. Carlingford Marina Concrete Tugboat "Cretegaff" At about 02:00 hrs next morning, we got up for a call of nature, and Rosie, as is her wont, checked the weather forecast.  The gal...

Guinness!

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At the moment the weather is always against us - very strong winds in the wrong directions!   So it was a wonderful relief to be able to sample some "proper" (i.e. Irish) Guinness in Carlingford last night after a long, trying week battling the elements. The Antidote In the last post, we were in Dunstaffnage Marina, waiting 2 days for the weather to improve. A Lovely Backdrop It's a good time to show you this special delivery we received from 5yr old Thomas, travelling with his parents on their 21'-9" Drascombe Cruiser, moored just ahead of us on the Caledonian Canal.  This was a thank-you to us after we charged his iPad. "Rapport" by Thomas At 06:15 on Wednesday 14th August, we finally cast off from Dunstaffnage and headed off to catch a fair tide through the maze of islands guarding the route south towards the Irish Sea. We were trying to time our journey to reach the entrance to Cuan Sound, where the fierce tide would start to flow south after 10:30....

A Minor Flood

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The rain lashed the deck and I was happy to be cosy in our bunk.  The great thing about mooring bow to wind is that you can leave the top hatch board out, for ventilation.  The rain was so ferocious that I got up to admire it.  Yes, the wind was now astern and the galley surfaces and local sole were awash with water.  The top hatch board was in the cockpit locker so I threw off my pyjama trousers before thinking 'we're in a marina' and pulled them on again.  I dashed out and was instantly soaked through.  I should have taken the shampoo with me. I know what you are thinking:  Pyjama trousers?  Please remember that, while you Southerners bask in temperatures of 30 degrees, we up here are still waiting for summer to start. Yesterday we left the Caledonian Canal by the Corpach Lock and headed back to sea.  The weather was strangely peaceful.  Yes it was a headwind but very gentle, dying to nothing.  And it was sunny! Corpach Basin We t...