A truly amazing experience.
The crew mix was spot on - we all got on together really well. Plenty of humour, but enough knowledge and experience to make decision making easy. Huw had done his homework, and the tides, chartwork, pilotage and navigation went without a hitch.
The weather was kind. No strong winds or rough seas, yes it was cold, but the right clothing combined with short watches and plenty of hot drinks made that a doddle.
Teething problems. The paddle wheel log failed, and so did the echo sounder. The Eberspacher heater didn't work initially, but Huw had a fiddle and it pumped lovely hot air for the rest of the trip. These things are to be expected. Even the most well found boat has such issues, and a newly purchased boat, more so. We expected teething problems, and they were not an issue.
Bearing in mind the time of year, I'd say we sailed defensively. We didn't push it, stayed outside the islands in the dark, stopped briefly to check fuel and oil. We really didn't want problems caused by our own mistakes, and we didn't cause any.
And lastly, I think it is something that will stay with all of us for a long time. My particular highlights were the Menai straits and crossing Cardigan bay in the dark, starlit, with Strumble head lighthouse creeping closer on the port bow.
Magic.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
On Camelot from Bangor to Cardiff
Ok, not Ishtar, but a similar boat. Camelot is a Colvic Countess 28ft, although a little more in the beam than Ishtar, and a Bilge keeler. Huw, a friend from the club had bought her in Bangor, and wanted to sail her back from there to Cardiff. In January. In one of the coldest winters for years. Non stop.
And didn't we all enjoy it!
Five of us set off to do the trip, all of us nearer 'Last of the Summer Wine' than 'Five go mad in Bangor' although we promised to try. Huw, Allan and Steve went up by car on Wednesday night, readied the boat and launched her.
Vince and myself took a train from Cardiff on Thursday, up through the melting snows and sodden ground of mid Wales arriving in a cold overcast Bangor at 16:00. We quickly found Camelot moored against the harbour wall. This was great. It meant that our return from the ale house later would be far simpler. We had anticipated a row out to a mooring.
The remains of the recent snows on the North Wales hills, reflected in the cold waters gave it a Scandinavian feel. We walked to the boat where the other lads were waiting for Camelot to settle in the mud before we could go ashore. They seemed to feel that the arrival of Vince and myself increased the noise level substantially. No idea why.......
The boat settled and we did some final calculations. It was important to be away as soon as she floated the following day, in order to make passage through the Menai Straits and out along the Lleyn Peninsula before the tide dropped too far. From there we would cross Cardigan bay at night, traverse the Pembrokeshire islands on Saturday, and then on crossing Carmarthan bay, passing the Gower and up along the Glamorganshire Heritage coast, arriving in Cardiff on Sunday afternoon. That was the plan, at least.
For now, there was little to do. We wandered into Bangor and found a pub that suited us. Old and worn, with real ale and good food. 5:45pm. This was going to be a long one.
After dismantling a giant yorkshire pudding, with sausages, gravy, carrots, peas and chips, and sampling 2 of teh 5 real ales on offer, the Open Microphone night began. I was expecting karaoke, but the flautist, young lady singing the blues in her first ever live performance, and R&B guitar player at the end were very good indeed, as were the remaining three of the 5 real ales on offer.....
I suspect the harbour wall was shaking that night, such was the volume of the snoring aboard Camelot. Half a gale blew, but it was cold, calm and clear by dawn.
With inches under the keels, Huw fired up Camelot's inboard diesel and we crept away from the harbour and out into deeper water. It was great to be afloat and a sense of anticipation for the journey ahead filled us all.
The still waters lapped against Camelot's hull as we motored slowly through the Menai Straits. It was the first time I'd been through, and I was surprised how much wildlife there was to be seen, particularly birds:
We followed the pilotage instructions and sailed under bridges, past rocky ledges and castles. A beautiful stretch of water, well worth a look.
We sailed on, past Port Dinorwic to Caernarfon - a place I had visited as a child, although I remember little other than the great castle.
As we motored on past Caernarfon the straits opened, sand below and dunes either side, just like an estuary. Huw referred to the pilot instructions. We followed the narrow channel, from buoy to buoy, the remains of last nights swells lifting and breaking on the sandbanks literally inches below the surface in places. With the echo sounder not playing ball, we relied on the channel markers, and they did not lead us astray. Finally, we passed the last of them, and exited the straits, relieved.
The course to steer was 225T by the GPS. It was late afternoon, the skies cloudless and a pale January sun inched towards the horizon. Huw wanted to ensure the sails were up before dusk, so that nobody would need to be working the deck after dark. We set about our task:
It promised to be a cold frosty night. Wisps of cotton wool cloud wrapped the North Wales mountains, keeping them warm as we steamed Southwestwards towards the setting sun.
We soon picked up the light on Bardsey Island, the end of the Lleyn peninsula, and night fell. The sky was full of stars and a few of us sat on deck discussing how to navigate by them. We quickly realised that. although we could find Polaris with little diffiulty, we had no real idea how to do it, and not enough food on board to try an experiment.
Orion was prominent. I've always loved him. It reminds me of frosty winter nights staring up, usually away from home - there are no stars visible from Bridgend anymore, too much light pollution.
An hour's kip and I awoke to the smell of Friday night curry. Huw had cooked a spicy vegetable curry with mushroom rice. Although delicious, I'd woken with a headache, and didn't finish it. I helped Huw hand it up into the cockpit, hands reaching down from the darkness.
I was helming from 01:00 until 02:00, an exhilarating experience, the boat cutting through the waves in the dark. A light in the South East caught my eye. Flashing 4 times every 15 seconds, the chart said it was Strumble head. That was when we realised how much ground we had covered. A quick chat with Huw and a check on the GPS showed that we would be at the Bishops and Clerks before dawn.
I've dived these islands, their associated stacks and submerged rocks for 20 years. I'd looked forward to sailing through them, but if we did that at night, and I wasn't on watch, it was a much more daunting proposition. We did some further calculations and agreed to run well to the West of the hazards and then cut South just to the West of Skokholm as dawn broke. I finally headed for my bunk at 03:30.
When I woke, 20 minutes late for the start of my next watch, dawn was about to break, and Skokholm was in sight.
We could see the traffic increase as we neared the busy port of Milford. After leaving the Menai straits, we saw only one or two isolated vessels in the distance all night. Now we could see a number of boats , presumably tankers, toing and froing, smaller boats (pilots) attending them as the new day started.
Things were going so well, one Allan said that it was on;y a matter of time before we spotted a suitcase full of money floating past. Sadly, he was wrong.....
Saturday was a lazy day. The boat was sailing itself, and we clocked up the miles. Fighting the tide off Milford, with the tide past the Gower and up the Glamorgan coast. The scenery became very familiar to all of us, this was our home cruising ground. The day came to a beautiful end as we chugged up the channel:
Darkness fell once more and we could make out the lights at aberthaw and Wenvoe television masts. It seemed milder than last night for the first few hours, but got much colder as we approached Cardiff. A clunk in the darkness sent us rushing for torches and we spent a nervous couple of hours avoiding floating debris, from small twigs to larger logs.
We were soon rounding the Ranie buoy and entered the locks at Cardiff bay at just after 01:00 hrs.
A quick run across the bay and we were berthed on C pontoon shortly afterwards. We did open a beer or two, but I fell asleep drinking my first. Cold, tired, but very happy.
And didn't we all enjoy it!
Five of us set off to do the trip, all of us nearer 'Last of the Summer Wine' than 'Five go mad in Bangor' although we promised to try. Huw, Allan and Steve went up by car on Wednesday night, readied the boat and launched her.
Vince and myself took a train from Cardiff on Thursday, up through the melting snows and sodden ground of mid Wales arriving in a cold overcast Bangor at 16:00. We quickly found Camelot moored against the harbour wall. This was great. It meant that our return from the ale house later would be far simpler. We had anticipated a row out to a mooring.
The remains of the recent snows on the North Wales hills, reflected in the cold waters gave it a Scandinavian feel. We walked to the boat where the other lads were waiting for Camelot to settle in the mud before we could go ashore. They seemed to feel that the arrival of Vince and myself increased the noise level substantially. No idea why.......
The boat settled and we did some final calculations. It was important to be away as soon as she floated the following day, in order to make passage through the Menai Straits and out along the Lleyn Peninsula before the tide dropped too far. From there we would cross Cardigan bay at night, traverse the Pembrokeshire islands on Saturday, and then on crossing Carmarthan bay, passing the Gower and up along the Glamorganshire Heritage coast, arriving in Cardiff on Sunday afternoon. That was the plan, at least.
For now, there was little to do. We wandered into Bangor and found a pub that suited us. Old and worn, with real ale and good food. 5:45pm. This was going to be a long one.
After dismantling a giant yorkshire pudding, with sausages, gravy, carrots, peas and chips, and sampling 2 of teh 5 real ales on offer, the Open Microphone night began. I was expecting karaoke, but the flautist, young lady singing the blues in her first ever live performance, and R&B guitar player at the end were very good indeed, as were the remaining three of the 5 real ales on offer.....
I suspect the harbour wall was shaking that night, such was the volume of the snoring aboard Camelot. Half a gale blew, but it was cold, calm and clear by dawn.
The tidal range was only about 5m, but with the bay being so flat, the tide seemed miles out. Clounds of Oystercatchers screeched, wheeling against the snowy background. We were hoping to leave around 12:00, so killed a few hours with a cooked breakfsat at a local cafe and a trip to the supermarket. Feeling fragile, and expecting rough seas after last night's wind later on, I stuck with black coffee.
The tide crept towards the boat as the morning progressed, and gradually, Camelot began to float.
With inches under the keels, Huw fired up Camelot's inboard diesel and we crept away from the harbour and out into deeper water. It was great to be afloat and a sense of anticipation for the journey ahead filled us all.
The still waters lapped against Camelot's hull as we motored slowly through the Menai Straits. It was the first time I'd been through, and I was surprised how much wildlife there was to be seen, particularly birds:
We followed the pilotage instructions and sailed under bridges, past rocky ledges and castles. A beautiful stretch of water, well worth a look.
We sailed on, past Port Dinorwic to Caernarfon - a place I had visited as a child, although I remember little other than the great castle.
As we motored on past Caernarfon the straits opened, sand below and dunes either side, just like an estuary. Huw referred to the pilot instructions. We followed the narrow channel, from buoy to buoy, the remains of last nights swells lifting and breaking on the sandbanks literally inches below the surface in places. With the echo sounder not playing ball, we relied on the channel markers, and they did not lead us astray. Finally, we passed the last of them, and exited the straits, relieved.
The course to steer was 225T by the GPS. It was late afternoon, the skies cloudless and a pale January sun inched towards the horizon. Huw wanted to ensure the sails were up before dusk, so that nobody would need to be working the deck after dark. We set about our task:
It promised to be a cold frosty night. Wisps of cotton wool cloud wrapped the North Wales mountains, keeping them warm as we steamed Southwestwards towards the setting sun.
We soon picked up the light on Bardsey Island, the end of the Lleyn peninsula, and night fell. The sky was full of stars and a few of us sat on deck discussing how to navigate by them. We quickly realised that. although we could find Polaris with little diffiulty, we had no real idea how to do it, and not enough food on board to try an experiment.
Orion was prominent. I've always loved him. It reminds me of frosty winter nights staring up, usually away from home - there are no stars visible from Bridgend anymore, too much light pollution.
An hour's kip and I awoke to the smell of Friday night curry. Huw had cooked a spicy vegetable curry with mushroom rice. Although delicious, I'd woken with a headache, and didn't finish it. I helped Huw hand it up into the cockpit, hands reaching down from the darkness.
I was helming from 01:00 until 02:00, an exhilarating experience, the boat cutting through the waves in the dark. A light in the South East caught my eye. Flashing 4 times every 15 seconds, the chart said it was Strumble head. That was when we realised how much ground we had covered. A quick chat with Huw and a check on the GPS showed that we would be at the Bishops and Clerks before dawn.
I've dived these islands, their associated stacks and submerged rocks for 20 years. I'd looked forward to sailing through them, but if we did that at night, and I wasn't on watch, it was a much more daunting proposition. We did some further calculations and agreed to run well to the West of the hazards and then cut South just to the West of Skokholm as dawn broke. I finally headed for my bunk at 03:30.
When I woke, 20 minutes late for the start of my next watch, dawn was about to break, and Skokholm was in sight.
We could see the traffic increase as we neared the busy port of Milford. After leaving the Menai straits, we saw only one or two isolated vessels in the distance all night. Now we could see a number of boats , presumably tankers, toing and froing, smaller boats (pilots) attending them as the new day started.
Spirits raised with the new day, and the boat woke up and became busyonce more. Breakfast was served, bacon sarnies all round. Not a big eater in the morning, some toast was the order of the day for me. The sun crept upwards, and it actually felt warm. Spirits were high and again, and again, people said 'I can't believe how lucky we are '.But it got better. I spied a splash of to starboard under the sail. It was quickly followed by another, and I knew dolphins were about to join us. I stayed in the cockpit as the others grabbed cameras and headed for the bows.
In June last year, and again in September, I'd seen a pod of mixed dolphins and porpoise just off the heads at Milford. They were here again, about 20-30 of them. The dolphins, complete with calves, played in the bow wave. The porpoise were more shy, staying slightly further from the boat, but still playing quite clearly, jumping, spinning and generally enjoying themselves.
Things were going so well, one Allan said that it was on;y a matter of time before we spotted a suitcase full of money floating past. Sadly, he was wrong.....
Saturday was a lazy day. The boat was sailing itself, and we clocked up the miles. Fighting the tide off Milford, with the tide past the Gower and up the Glamorgan coast. The scenery became very familiar to all of us, this was our home cruising ground. The day came to a beautiful end as we chugged up the channel:
Darkness fell once more and we could make out the lights at aberthaw and Wenvoe television masts. It seemed milder than last night for the first few hours, but got much colder as we approached Cardiff. A clunk in the darkness sent us rushing for torches and we spent a nervous couple of hours avoiding floating debris, from small twigs to larger logs.
We were soon rounding the Ranie buoy and entered the locks at Cardiff bay at just after 01:00 hrs.
A quick run across the bay and we were berthed on C pontoon shortly afterwards. We did open a beer or two, but I fell asleep drinking my first. Cold, tired, but very happy.
Monday, 11 January 2010
Freezing cold
No pictures, no sailing.
We called in at Ishtar last weekend. Crunching our way through the yacht club on frozen snow. Tigger chasing sticks out into the bay, walking on the ice. Pontoons like glass in places, and two inches of snow on the yacht herself.
Managed to start the engine quite easily, although the initial spurt of water from the exhaust soon stopped. I suspected frozen intake pipes, so ran the engine for a few minutes until warm and then switched off. Half an hour with a warm engine and the cooker on gas on and she started and ran well, pumping water beautifully.
Hoping to go to Bangor this week with a few of the lads from the club to pick up a new(to him) boat. With freezing weather it could be fun, especially during the night watches. Pics to follow if we do go.
We called in at Ishtar last weekend. Crunching our way through the yacht club on frozen snow. Tigger chasing sticks out into the bay, walking on the ice. Pontoons like glass in places, and two inches of snow on the yacht herself.
Managed to start the engine quite easily, although the initial spurt of water from the exhaust soon stopped. I suspected frozen intake pipes, so ran the engine for a few minutes until warm and then switched off. Half an hour with a warm engine and the cooker on gas on and she started and ran well, pumping water beautifully.
Hoping to go to Bangor this week with a few of the lads from the club to pick up a new(to him) boat. With freezing weather it could be fun, especially during the night watches. Pics to follow if we do go.
Saturday, 2 January 2010
New Year's Day Sail
The plan for the New Year sail was for Ishtar to have an all ladies crew, so Sheila, Angie and Elaine were welcomed aboard. It was a beautiful morning although very cold, it was really hazardous on deck as it was very icy so you had to hang on while moving around. We left the pontoon with a group of other yachts and made our way to the locks. It was a bit of a squeeze in there but we got in.
Once out, we raised our sails and began to goosewing towards Flatholm.
Once we got closer to the island some of the others decided to go around Steepholm too, but we decided to stick with the original plan. Warmed up with some of Sheila's delicious curried parsnip soup we were a happy crew.
Galipette sailed past us looking well trimmed.
It was a good result for us, as we enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet away from our men folk, so we flew the pink flag with pride!
Vince and Tim on Alana were waiting for us so we could all lock in together.
Coracle and Chaussey were soon following us, with the slowly setting sun, having been around the two islands.
It was a good day for the ladies as we had achieved what we wanted, every trip out without the "support" of our men means we become better at planning, sail setting and making decisions. We all felt a bit more confident and there were smiles all round. An excellent start to the year.
Once out, we raised our sails and began to goosewing towards Flatholm.
Once we got closer to the island some of the others decided to go around Steepholm too, but we decided to stick with the original plan. Warmed up with some of Sheila's delicious curried parsnip soup we were a happy crew.
Galipette sailed past us looking well trimmed.
It was a good result for us, as we enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet away from our men folk, so we flew the pink flag with pride!
Vince and Tim on Alana were waiting for us so we could all lock in together.
Coracle and Chaussey were soon following us, with the slowly setting sun, having been around the two islands.
It was a good day for the ladies as we had achieved what we wanted, every trip out without the "support" of our men means we become better at planning, sail setting and making decisions. We all felt a bit more confident and there were smiles all round. An excellent start to the year.
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