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12/8/2019

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2015 The Waddensee
2012 The Green and Little Known Side of Spain
2011 Cold Welsh Rain to Warm Basque Rain
2010 The Norwegian Sea to the Irish Sea
2009 Northern Denmark and Norway
2008 Cruise in the South-Western Baltic.
2007 Cruise Norway, Sweden, Finland and Denmark
2006 Biscay to the Baltic
2004 Learning in More Dangerous Waters
July 2004 Learning in Tricky Waters 
Other blogs of interest are The Retirement Dream and How to Live Your Dream
Technical Blogs are Nail Biting Experiences #1 Crossing the Bar , The Changing Nature of Sailing and Cruising and Yacht Docking Skills for Northern Europe
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THE WADDENSEE

18/12/2015

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The Waddensee is a magical place of shallow tidal waters where land and sky are indistinguishable on a misty morning.
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It is vast, stretching from the middle of the Netherlands  to the north of Denmark; yet few know of it and less have seen it , in spite of it being a World Heritage site. This is because it is so difficult to access, and in the wrong conditions can be dangerous.
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​We decided to see something of this special place this year; although our boat is not suited to travel the shallow, drying channels that interlace its sandbanks because we cannot sit on the bottom without tipping over (we did that once a few years ago and it is not an experience to be repeated). Now we have done it we can say that it was marvellous to see this world of basking seals on sandbanks watching us sail by; families of birds of every type rearing their young, each in their chosen environment; oysters thick on anywhere they can find to attach themselves; and every pool teeming with aquatic life. However, the navigational challenge in a boat like ours was extreme.
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The west coast of Europe from Belgium to the north tip of Denmark is really a collection of sandy deltas formed by the great rivers of the Rhine, Scheldt, Maas, Ems, Jade, Weser and Elbe but after 1,500 years of building dykes, pumping and drainage the edge of the coast has ‘solidified’. Never-the-less, outside that edge, it is still as it always was; a water world of shifting sandbanks.
This world is protected from the worst of North Sea storms by a string of 15 islands upon which the storms can expend their energy. The shelving outer coast builds up waves like a surfing beach and which continually cuts channels & fills them up like a cosmic bulldozer fuelled by the moon as it pushes and pulls twice a day. All that water behind the islands has to run in and out through the narrow gaps between the islands so not only are the currents strong but the channels are changing. This world outside of the islands can be calm and benign on a still summer’s day but change in an hour or so to a very inhospitable place.

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So we set out, by necessity to take the outer route to these islands with exotic names , like Terschelling, Schiermonnikoug, Langeoog, Spiekeroog and Wangerooge; then pass between some of them where there were suitable channels to see that inner Waddensee. The overall route can be seen in the Google Earth file; Haarlem to Aarhus 2015.kmz
 The first leg was to leave Den Helder on the Dutch mainland and pass out between Norderhoek and Texel, sailing past Vlieland before going back inside between it and Terschelling. These opening between the islands (called ‘Gats’) have long sinuous channels starting way off shore but are generally well marked with buoys. With the latest charts, cooperative weather (i.e. not strong Westerlies), and arriving at the right time at the right place they do not present a problem. Since we had a beautiful summer’s day, a flat sea and were due to arrive on time, we did not anticipate a problem.
As we were approaching our rendezvous with the Gat, the sky darkened, the wind rose and the waves built; a sudden summer thunderstorm arrived at the worst possible moment. We had no choice but to tough it out and navigate the 12 km. of channel with waves crashing on sandbanks on either side of us, the rain coming down like a fire hose. We made it to the harbour at the back of the island and rafted up to the first boat that we came to. Out came the crew who said, “We have been watching you come in on the AIS, it was quite exciting!” Well, that was not quite how we felt but an hour later the sun was shining as if nothing had happened.

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To our surprise, since we had not seen any other ships in the Gat, the harbour was full. The reason quickly became evident for the island is a beautiful resort with endless sandy beaches, a picturesque village and bicycle trails.

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So Dutch people in the know, load up their ‘bottom friendly’ boats with a whole menagerie of children, dogs and other pets, and navigate the inner channels. After a night sitting high and dry on a sandbank, the next tide takes them to one of the inner harbours where they sit for a week or so. Each island has a different character, some being thinly inhabited and not developed for visitors while 3 or 4 have been made very family friendly.

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In earlier times people eked out a living with subsistence farming, fishing and beach combing. Beach combing was quite a lucrative business in those times for there were many shipwrecks on these outer coasts. On some islands refuges were built for the few sailors that made it to shore so that they would not die of exposure before being found. Vlieland has a statue to commemorate beach combing.

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To get agricultural products to market there were large, Frisian sailing barges designed to ply the Waddensee. They were of very shallow draft and used big external paddles that could be lowered to serve as a keel when water depth permitted, and when it did not they sat on the bottom.

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In the slack season the skippers indulged in races; a tradition carried on today with the few remaining barges. The unique thing about these races is the terms of qualification. A skipper can only enter if his family made its living in the trade in the previous century and he has done so in the past 30 years; quite an exclusive club. Luckily for us, the barges were assembling for this year’s races and there were 6 or 7 in the harbour that night.

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Further along our route at Lauwersoog, there is a very long approach channel of some 22kms because we had to go right into the mainland as the harbour behind Schiermonnikoog is far too shallow for us (pleasure craft are not allowed to use the ferry dock). However, it proved to be a delightful journey observed by so many basking seals.

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There is a shrimping fleet based there, that fishes the outside banks, as the inner sea is protected as a National Park. These shrimp boats returning to port with their nets hung up were a special sight.

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With more or less difficulty we made our way along the Dutch islands and then along the German ones, all with their particular attributes and challenges. At Norderney we chose the SW approach channel shown on our 2015 charts but could not pick up the buoys; it was only when we faced an horizon of unbroken crashing waves did we realize that the channel no longer existed and the markers had been removed. A quick u-turn avoided disaster. It is those experiences that really add spice to cruising!
The last one, Wangerooge, was the sting in the tail, for there is a very shallow approach and harbour. There appeared to be enough water for us by an hour either side of low water and that was critical because we needed to get away as soon as possible after low tide to catch the current up the Elbe at the other end of the next day’s journey. However, after arriving and checking in with the harbour master we learned that that would be impossible. Due to the configuration of the sandbanks in the approach channel there was a dangerous ‘bar’ formed until 2 hours before high tide. A ‘bar’ is a situation where although there is theoretically enough water, waves form across the shallow area from the incoming tide so that in the troughs there is not enough water. The effect is to pick up a boat and smash it on the bottom with each wave and no boat can stand that for long. As the water gets deeper with the incoming tide the effect disappears. In this case it meant that we had to fight a very strong current from the incoming tide to position ourselves to get out. We then knew why most sailors avoid Wangerooge! So we were stuck with leaving 3 hours late and gunning the engine for the next 7 hours to reach Cuxhaven in the Elbe estuary before the falling tide made the current impossible to combat. We made it by the skin of our teeth, sometimes the Gods are with us, but we will not be visiting Wangerooge again.
The Elbe, Jade and Weser estuaries combine at their western ends to form part of the Waddensee with its typical sandbanks and shifting channels but have busy commercial traffic lanes passing through and up the rivers to cities such as Hamburg, some 100 km inland. Our destination was Cuxhaven, a city on that ‘solidified’ edge, protected by large sea dykes. Although an industrial port, it has exploited its location on the edge of the Waddensee to create a popular holiday resort where excursions onto the dunes in horse drawn carts are popular. You know immediately when you are in Germany because every beach has the characteristic wicker beach chairs that can be rented for the day and are very cosy.

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This was where we left the Waddensee to head for the Kiel Canal and the end of our Waddensee adventure. For all the challenges we are glad that we experienced such a special place.
For other Cruising blogs see the Archive links in the sidebar at the top of this page.
Other blogs of interest are The Retirement Dream and How to Live Your Dream

Technical Blogs are Nail Biting Experiences #1 Crossing the Bar , The Changing Nature of Sailing and Cruising and Yacht Docking Skills for Northern Europe
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The Green and little known Side of Spain

31/12/2012

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The Northern coast of Spain is where the high central plain changes into dramatic mountain ranges with green alpine valleys reminiscent of the Swiss Alps, before falling to the sea with impressive cliffs.
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This coast consists of four autonomous regions Galicia, Asturius, Cantabria and Euskadi (The Basque Country) three of which still have their own languages in everyday use. Many people along this coast only have Spanish as a second language. Although briefly occupied these regions were never subdued by the Romans or the Moors and were the last areas to be subdued by Franco. Only in 2017 was the final agreement for ETA (the Basque terrorist group) to lay down their arms concluded.
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So this was to be our cruising ground for 2012, starting from Hondarribia. While preparing the boat to go back in the water we had to stay somewhere and, as usual, we thought that we would plunge into the atmosphere by finding a really rural Basque lodging, which we booked in advance. At first approach our hearts sank.
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But when we went around to the front things improved!
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In the following days we quickly learned that things were very different from the tourist images of Spain. A list of family names posted nearby was unpronounceable, the basque beret was ubiquitous, and the sports were weird. It felt that we were in an exotic and distant place.

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Basque Family Names
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Policeman in Hondarribia
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Pelote with the zesta punta
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With the boat  finally back in the water and having gorged ourselves on the superb local pinchos we set off. The complete log of our outward leg can be seen by following this link to Google Earth, Hondarribia to La Corruna  make sure that you have the ‘temporary places’ box ticked and the files within it ticked when it is open. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open log entries. However, if you do not wish to do that here is the picture.
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The Outward Leg with Stopping Points
We explored the the coast and poked our nose into Pasajes harbour but our first stop was San Sebastian, the 'Cannes of Spain', situated on a beautiful  bay with fabulous scenery. The 'beautiful people' come here for the annual film festival. The town itself is picturesque with old streets and fabulous pinchos in the bars. The marina was very small and crowed so we were forced to moor in the bay and take the dinghy ashore but it was well worth the effort.
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Imposing Entrance to Pasajes
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The Crew in a Pinchos Bar
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Old Quarter San Sebastien
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Enterprise Moored at San Sebastien
From the above map it is clear that the continental shelf comes relatively close to the coast with underwater canyons reaching like fingers even closer. As deep water currents push up onto the shelf swells are caused which add to the effects of distant Atlantic storm generated swells. These are only of consequence when sailing broadside to them, which causes excessive rolling, on shelving bottoms, which often occurs on the approach channel to a harbour, and when crossing a bar. When choosing our destinations these last two effects were often dominant.
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The next three ports were Getaria, Motrico and Bermeo. Former fishing ports built for donkey traffic and untouched by mass tourism, they are having to re-invent themselves. Since we were there a marina has been built in Motrico as part of this process. We were intrigued by these small Basque towns.
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A street in Getaria
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This little fellow made the whole street echo with his song.
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Motrico
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Our Reception Committee - Pressure on the skipper's docking skills.
Then it was on to Bilbao; well actually Getxo, as Bilbao is inland, up an industrialised river that is in the process of renewal. There is a huge  harbour with one of the outer walls submerged at high tide; a real trap for a skipper who does not do his homework. In its industrial heyday Bilbao was very wealthy as witnessed by its grand boulevards and magnificent mansions built out of town around the harbour.
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Where the Wealthy Industrialists Lived
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Elegant Boulevards
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The Transporter Bridge
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A Scary Perch which Flexes and Rattles When the Transporter Travels Underneath
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Bilbao's genius in it's re-invention was to host the Guggenheim Museum with its fantastical architecture which has triggered growth of the metro system, a cruise liner dock and other modern architecture. Now the city feels dynamic and vibrant; a must see.
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Frank Gehry's Guggenheim Museum With the Cat in Flowers
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The Elegant Older Section
We spent a week here and explored some of the back country. It was full of surprises. World class architecture in the most surprising places.
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Santiago Caltrava's Spectacular Ysios Winery
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Frank Gehry's Hotel Marqués de Riscal
This passion for modern architecture is not just restricted to skyscrapers and iconic buildings but to modest homes and apartments. When winding through the remoter valleys up to the Basque capital of  Vitoria-Gasteiz we stopped to photograph a new apartment in a tiny village.
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Modern Design in a Small Village
This coastline and countryside was such a feast for the senses that we rather got stuck in Getxo and were reluctant to move on. But there is a darker side to this exuberant Europeanism, for every week there is a newspaper article revealing some new aspect of the Franco era. At this time they are still excavating mass graves to identify victims. Franco killed and enslaved people in a frenzy of retribution for years after the Civil War and it all received very little coverage by the outside world because of the Second World War and subsequent Cold War, (when Franco provided air bases for the Americans). Because there was a a peaceful transition to a monarchy after his death there was no cathartic cleansing of  state institutions. The re-established monarchy had to appease the Francoists and extreme right who still held many positions of power and although an amnesty was declared it excluded many Basques; hence the birth of ETA. The angst drags on.
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The 26 April was the 75th Anniversary of the bombing of Guernica by the German Condor Legion and the newspapers published special editions. The German bombers appeared in the skies over Guernica in the late afternoon of April 26, 1937 and immediately transformed the sleepy Spanish market town into an everlasting symbol of the atrocity of war. Unbeknownst to the residents of Guernica, they had been slated by their attackers to become guinea pigs in an experiment designed to determine just what it would take to bomb a city into oblivion.
The town was nearby and we had to visit. Apart from the above mural there is little to see as the town has been rebuilt and Franco did not want anything to witness the event. However, there is an excellent and very moving museum which is well worth seeing.
From Bilbao we moved along the coast towards Santander, stopping at Laredo along the way. This is a rugged coast reminiscent of the Jurassic coast of the previous season.
We had arrived in Spain a year after the economic bubble had burst and the country was full of under-utilised apartments and infrastructure. We marvelled at superb auto-routes plunging through tunnels and flying over viaducts to minimise the environmental impact; until they came to an abrupt halt when the money had run out.
We were heading into Santona when we saw a large marina  in Laredo that was not on our chart. Suddenly we were face to face with an example of the spending spree.
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The office building was new and luxurious but the money had run out before the toilet facilities were built! We loved Laredo with its old town and fort up on the hill. We climbed to the fort and watched falconry in action and strolled through the innovative sculpture park
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The footpaths had wavy lines incised into them to evoke the maritime heritage. The result was that you would swear that the footpath undulated but, of course it was perfectly flat.
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The down-town marina in Santander has little or no space for visitors so we sailed on by to a marina that is located right next to the airport runway and rather a long way out of town. Santander is the capital of Catalonia and a large elegant town with developed beaches and promenades. Elegant, but it was a big city and it did speak to us. Once again we headed off to the mountains, the Picos de Europa, precipitous and dramatic.
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The Picos de Europa
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These mountains have many caves containing palaeolithic and neolithic wall paintings and more discoveries are being made all the time. It is thought that these caves were the refuge of early people in the ice age and when the ice retreated they were the source of the re-population of Europe.
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From the Altamira Caves
Continuing West from Santander the mountain ranges approach ever closer to the coast producing a rugged coastline with numerous headlands, also the continental shelf with numerous canyons approaches close to the shore. So there is seldom a day without significant swells even if the weather is fine. Our first stop was San  Vicente de la Barquera, one of many ports that requires an act of faith when entering for the first time with a swell.
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The Entrance to San Vicente de la Barquera and our Anchorage off the Beach
From seaward the right hand entrance is not clear, it looks like a continuous line of breaking waves but as you get closer the 'escape' becomes clearer; much to the relief of the skipper! It was good that we visited this one first as the next one required even more faith.
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The next stop was the port of Ribadesella and another 'interesting' entrance on a moderate swell. This time the 'escape' is invisible from the seaward side and the turn to port seems awfully close to the beach when you are not used to it.
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Ribedesella and our Mooring to the Harbour Wall
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Moored at the Wall
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View from Seaward
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The 'Escape' to Port
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The Beach Seemed Awfully Close
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The Harbour Wall Appears
The largest city of Asturius is Gijon our next port of call. A town with many charming buildings but extremely vibrant, there seemed to be street events taking place everywhere. The music and revelling went on until the early hours of the morning and since the marina in located right down-town we can testify to that. How people managed to get up and go to work in the morning was a mystery to us. We were here for two weeks as we found a very competent company to fix our auto helm. At the end of the previous season we had had trouble with it holding a course and shortly after leaving Hondarribia it had packed up altogether. Having to be at the helm constantly was a real drag. The wind vane steering works well on open sea passages but is not well adapted to coastal cruising so we determined to get it resolved and had a whole new auto-helm and navigation system added. We took the opportunity to install transmitting AIS. Once on the bridge of a ferry crossing the North Sea we were appalled to realise how difficult it is to see a yacht, even on a reasonable day. So now we rest easy knowing that we show up as a signal on every radar screen and chart plotter.
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Gijon Down-Town Marina
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A Party Town
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A Watering Hole Close to the Boat
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Arcaded Streets
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Aerated Cider and Iberica Hams
All along this coast we found that cider was as popular as beer and probably more powerful. It was always aerated by pouring from as high as possible and the skill of the bartenders was often impressive. A glass of cider and some slices of the dry Iberica ham was a very pleasant way to pass an hour.
 On leaving Gijon we first had to round Cabo Penas with a nasty swell rolling us and knocking us back. Here we re-learned  lessons that we had learned many times before; firstly that if you neglect a job or fail to do it correctly it will catch up with you and probably at the worst possible moment; and secondly a job that takes 5 minutes at the dockside can take an hour when you are trying to do it at sea. Just off the point we looked behind us and saw the dinghy floating away! We had only attached the painter (and obviously not well) instead of a second safety line. The struggle to retrieve and reattach the dinghy in that heavy swell with the boat rolling and pitching took half an hour and much discomfort reaching over the side with the boat hook.
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So we surfed on the swell into Luarco, feeling like we were old hands at this game, and did a quick turn to port into the calm behind the harbour wall. The inner harbour is most attractive but jammed full of fishing boats and the life boat, so visiting yachts have to moor on buoys in the outer Harbour and take a stern line to the harbour wall.
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Taking the Stern Line Ashore.
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The Inner Harbour, picture perfect.
The next port, Ribadeo. had three leading lines to enter. Leading lines fall into three categories; those to follow, those that define a point to change course and those that do both. Ribadeo had all three. The outer one defined the course to enter to avoid a bar in the harbour mouth. The second defined the point to change course and the course to follow and the third defined the point at which to change course for the inner channel. They are great when you can identify them but useless when you are looking into the sun, when the back markers have not been maintained and the paint faded from an unlit mark, and the trees have obscured the back marker.
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Many of the old fishing villages deliberately build their prominent features like church spires, gable ended buildings and lighthouses so that they could serve as markers for leading lines.
We liked Ribadeo, the main town was a stiff climb but they had thoughtfully provided an elevator for lazy people. Several towns in Spain have installed outdoor escalators for steep main streets. This is the only country that we have ever seen this.
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The last part of our outward trip was to prove the most challenging as this North West corner of Spain consists of jagged headlands and strong currents. The country behind these headlands is sparsely populated and the roads are not the best so it is not a coastline seen by many from the land side; or from the sea side for that matter since unless the weather is very good it is best to keep well offshore. We had one of those rare weather windows when the weather was perfect and so had the privilege of getting up close.
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Rugged North West Spain
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Punta Estaca de Bares
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Punta do Lima
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Cabo Ortegal
West of Cabo Ortegal are some of the highest cliffs in Europe down this coast known as the Altas Rias. Because we were in so close we could see the tiny sanctuary of San Andres de Teixido, but not the wild horses that roam these cliffs. This Saint had himself reincarnated as a lizard; a place of pilgrimage but the pilgrims never step on a lizard! There is a strange festival on 8th September each year which is on the weird side of strange. We continued down this coast and came to anchorage in the beautiful Ria de Cedeira.
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But there is always a sting in the tail with sailing when everything seems to be going well! When we came to leave we found that our anchor was caught in old fishing tackle on the sea bed and we had not rigged a trip line. We had been told of such situations in many of these old fishing ports. After going back and forth and winching excessively we managed to collapse the anchor platform so had to finally cut the chain.
That was not to be the end of our challenges that day for immediately upon exiting the Ria we found ourselves in thick fog. Our new transmitting AIS and chart plotter stood us in good stead as we crept down the coast, the only danger is from small vessels that do not transmit. Luckily another yacht about half a kilometre away from us was following a parallel course so we could keep in touch by VHF. That yacht had a close encounter when it came across a fisherman sat in a rowing boat and not making any fog signals in the fog. Some people seem to have a death wish. The fog persisted until the entrance to A Coruna. With the fog we were unable to see the famous Roman lighthouse called the Tower of Hercules which dates from the first century AD, although greatly modernised since then.
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There was no chance of getting into the City Marina as it was the week of the Tall Ships and every berth was taken so we went to the New Marina. A Coruna is a stopping point for yachts from  Europe travelling to the Mediterranean and we had some impressive neighbours.
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A Maxi Yacht on the Way to the Mediterranean
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Repairing the anchor Platform
There was so much to see and do that we hardly knew where to start. Not only were the ships on display but there was the city to explore and aerobatics over our heads every day.
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But now there was a major decision point; did we carry on down the Portuguese coast to winter in the Mediterranean or return the way we had come? If we continued we would spend two years in the Mediterranean and then three years back to the Baltic. We had lived a year in the South of France so we were a little familiar with the sailing environment there and we were not enthusiastic about it. If we had been 5 years younger we would probably have gone on but we made the momentous decision to return the way we had come.
The complete log of our return journey can be seen by following this link to Google Earth, A Coruna to Hondarribia  make sure that you have the ‘temporary places’ box ticked and the files within it ticked when it is open. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open log entries.
We determined to try some different ports on the way back but it was not just that that made it a very different journey.
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Our Attempts to Round Cabo Ortegal
The weather was changing, the wind was building from the West and so was the swell. We started our return journey with an unpleasant day of rolling. Arriving at our first stop in Ria Cedeira we were careful to drop our new anchor in a different spot. It was now equipped with a trip line rig that yet had to be perfected; we were going to get plenty of practice in the next few days!
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Anchored in Ria Cedeira
We tried to continue next day but once out of the Ria conditions were bad and we were pitching and rolling badly. Besides only making 2 knots on full throttle we did not have the stomach for a 14 hour slog. So we returned and dropped anchor again.  For 5 days we sat on the anchor while the wind howled and running the engine to charge the batteries from time to time. Just to compound matters the outboard would not start and the wind and distance were too great to try rowing; so the cook really used her ingenuity as supplies dwindled. The wind seemed to have dropped on 4 September so we thought that we would try again. The wind was less but the seas were not. We pushed on to Punta Candellaria but we had a strong wind on the nose and were really being tossed about and only making 2 knots. At that rate we would have taken another 5 hours just to reach Cabo Ortegal. So we turned back and flew in the opposite direction over that ground that we had fought so hard to gain. Once again we anchored with out tail between our legs, for what turned out to be another 3 days. Luckily another yacht took pity on us and ran us ashore in their dinghy (with an outboard) for supplies.
Later when we took the outboard in to be fixed we discovered that the people who had overhauled it in Hondarribia had put two-stoke fuel in the tank instead of gasoline!
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Our Rescue Near Luarco
Our next excitement was just the opposite, a still, overcast day with a Northerly  2 to 3 metre swell. Two hours out of Luarca the engine started choking and then finally died. We unfurled the foresail but there was hardly any wind. The first step was to change the high pressure filter but the engine only ran for two or three minutes then stopped. It appeared that the water pump belt was slipping and, after our experiences of the previous season, I jumped to the conclusion that the engine was overheating without the alarm going off; so I set about changing the pump belt which is a big job because it is located behind the generator belt. After achieving that with my head down in a rolling boat I felt thoroughly sick and the engine still did not go. The last thing left was to change the low pressure fuel filter, I had a spare but it was another upside down job and the breakers at the bottom of the cliffs seemed to be getting awfully close! We could not afford to waste more time on the gamble that the filter change would work, for if it did not we would be on the rocks. So we called for help on VHF 16; to our horror there was no response! Suddenly things took on a very different aspect. I found that I had the phone number of the Marina in Gijon and got the receptionist to call the rescue services. Immediately they responded on channel 16 and thanks to our transmitting AIS could immediately see our position. The lifeboat was dispatched from Luarca while we spent an anxious hour and a half watching the breakers get closer.
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Once the tow line was secured the life boat took off at 10 knots without giving me time to get off the foredeck. These life boats don't seem to realise the power that they have compared to a yacht. In A Coruna we saw a yacht that had been towed and the tow had ripped out the front end of the fibreglass yacht. Once again we were thankful that we had a steel boat, tough as nails! It was a scary ride back to Luarca. Once docked in the inner harbour mechanics came aboard and changed the low pressure filter, blew out the lines and everything was fine. A good job that I did not try to do it myself as my spare filter was the wrong model!
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They said that they were sorry that they had not answered my Channel 16 call but it was siesta time! I could not tell if they were joking. Anyway the service was great.
At the end of the previous season I had noticed that there was black diesel bug in the filter and had the tank flushed and steamed out in the winter, as well as larger tank flushing valves in the tank sump. However, the compartments in the fuel tank make it difficult to get a good flush. I knew that I should have flushed out the sump and changed the filter in A Coruna  but neglected it.
We called in a few new ports on the way back and were enchanted by them all.  Llanes, Elantxobe, Orio and St. Jean de Luz.
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Llanes with its Entrance Sills
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The Cubes of Memory by Basque artist Augustin Ibarrda
 to become a work of art.The above photograph was taken at low tide showing the outer sill. We tried for the old harbour but were directed to the new marina over a 2m sill to the inner harbour. This is the only harbour that we have seen that painted the breakwater blocks. It was a nice touch.
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Llanes New Marina
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The Coast between Llanes and Gexto
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A Geology Lesson Up Close
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Elantxobe - We tied to the Wall in the Centre
Elantxobe was hanging on a cliff face and all charm. In  fact the roads are so steep and tight that when the local bus drives in it has to turn around on a turntable! We tied up at the harbour wall behind a fishing boat. In the middle of the night we got up to see fishermen sat around the harbour walls fishing with luminous floats. It was quite a sight.
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A Nail Biting Approach to Orio
 Orio was another of those nail biting experiences on a first approach as the 'escape' cannot be seen, only the waves breaking in front as the swell sweeps you in. Once you make the turn all is suddenly calm.
Orio is a new and immaculate marina, quite the best we had visited. We took the dinghy up the river to the old town.
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The Old Town of Orio
Finally St Jean de Luz, a French Basque town, before arriving at Hondarribia and the fantastic pinchos at El Gran Sol
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St. Jean de Luz
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Back to Hondarribia
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Market in St. Jean de Luz
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Old Trades Still Exist
It was with great regret that that we ended a fantastic sailing season. However we finished off by exploring the back roads of the Pyrenees, but that is another story.
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cold welsh rain to warm basque rain

31/12/2011

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When chatting with new friends in a snug cabin , as cruisers do when they meet in some lonely anchorage, talk turned to that Holy Grail of yachting; a little known and un-crowded cruising ground with fabulous scenery and a fascinating culture. "Oh, it exists," they said,"it is called the Basque Country and it is tucked away in the South-east corner of the Bay of Biscay." We were immediately hooked. We set off to leave the cold rain of Wales for this quasi mythical place.
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The Guggenhiem Museum Bilbao
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San Sebastien Harbour
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Basque Country
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Bermeo Harbour
However, we were not going to make a dash to the destination and miss other interesting places along the way. First was the Cornish coast, that graveyard of sailing ships in the 17th and 18th centuries. Then the Jurassic Coast of Southern England where the science of palaeontology was born; and of course we had to visit our old haunts around the coast of Brittany and the French islands off the West coast that the French keep largely as their own holiday resorts. Finally, our destination would find us at the start of the Northern pilgrimage route to Santiago de Compostela.
The full route can be seen by following this link to Google Earth, neyland_to_hondarribia_2011blog.kmz  make sure that you have the ‘temporary places’ box ticked when it is open. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open log entries. 
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The 2011 Cruise
The plan was to take the boat out of winter storage at Neyland, Wales, work on it for a couple of weeks and then set out. Now the only sure thing about sailing is that things will not go as planned. When we got back to start work we found that mould had flourished over the damp winter and everything had to be cleaned and laundered. The second thing was that the man who had made custom stainless steel fittings for collection in the Spring had dropped dead and his workshop contents disposed of. Just to top things off,  health issues started to arise that reduced the work to a crawl. So our two week stay on a neighbouring sheep farm developed into a two month stay. However we learned a great deal about sheep along the way!
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Working on the Topsides
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The Welsh Sheep Farm
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Some of the Sheep
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Final Touches
 The Bristol Channel is like a large funnel with its open end pointing West to the predominant winds and storms so tidal ranges are great. The upper reaches become vast mud flats at low tide and when the tide comes in it can, quite literally, be like an advancing wall of water. This is the famous 'Bore' and Morecombe Bay is the site of the tragedy of the cockle pickers in 2004 who were cut off by the tide. Although there are many small harbours along the Somerset and Cornish coasts, they dry at low tide unless there is a lock gate, so our options were limited. We kept well to the Western end and crossed to Lundy Island then locked into Padstow before following the rocky and wild coast around Lands End to Newlyn.
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The Route From Neyland to Falmouth
Passing close to the coast the derelict towers of the old tin, copper and lead mines are in view, very close to the cliff tops. Many of these mines went under the sea creating a need for high capacity pumps. It was this need that created the development of the first steam pumps whose successors went on to drain the polders of the Netherlands. A example still exists at Cruquius right next to the boatyard where we bought Enterprise.
The weather was fair so we could take the narrow passage inside the rocks called "the Longships' off Land's End. Like all such places timing is everything and it is not often that the  sea is calm enough to get this close to shore. It is easy to imagine what a terrible place it would be in stormy weather.
The evocative names that have been given to rocks and headlands over the centuries bear witness to this. As we turned the Lizard Point to run into Falmouth we passed the notorious Manacles Rocks, so called because in the days of sailing ships if you were driven into this area by a gale there was no escape, the rocks held you as in manacles until you drowned.
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Longships Rocks
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The Inside Passage Around Land's End
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The Deadly Manacles Rocks
Safely past The Manacles we entered historic Falmouth Harbour. This is where long distance sailing ships would call to receive their orders before sailing up the Channel until the age of steam meant that they did not call any more. There were many famous events here; News of the victory at Trafalgar arrived here as did Charles Darwin returning on the Beagle from his famous voyage of discovery. In the Second World War the famous suicidal raid on St. Nazaire left from here.
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The Beginning of the End for Napoleon
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Where It All Began
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Part of Monument to the St. Nazaire Raid, Falmouth
This Southern coast is an exercise in geology, progressing from the old igneous rocks of Cornwall in the West, through the red  Permian and Triassic  cliffs (where the first fossils and dinosaurs start to appear) to the Jurassic cliffs in the East. As you sail East along this coast the geology unfolds like a movie. This section of coast is the Jurassic Coast World Heritage Site where the science of palaeontology started and where the 'Father of British Geology', William Smith found his inspiration.
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Western End of the Formations - Triassic
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Old Harry Rocks - Upper Jurassic
As the cliffs weather the fossils appear, making this a famous haunt for Victorian gentlemen searching for 'curiosities'. John Fowles set his novel 'the French Lieutenant's Woman' here in Lyme Regis in this era and when you sail into the harbour you may find her wrapped in a shawl standing on the end of the harbour wall (the Cobb) waiting for her lover to return. However, unfortunately it is not Meryl Streep but an employee of the Tourist Board!
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The Cobb at Lyme Regis
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The French Lieutenant's Woman
Further East we sail by Thomas Hardy country with green meadows sweeping down to the cliff tops and farms nestling in the rolling countryside. It is easy to Imagine that one of these is Bathsheba Everdene's farm in 'Far From the Madding Crowd' and the character walking among the sheep in the cliff-top meadow is Gabriel Oak.
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Gabriel Oak ?
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Bathsheba Everdene's Farm ?
Do not let the beauty of this coast lull you into a false sense of security; this is a dangerous coast if you do not do your homework and get it right because there are dangerous tidal races off all the headlands. At slack water (which may only be 20 minutes) you can pass close to them but if you arrive early or late do not even attempt it. We unexpectedly lost time in crossing Lyme Bay and arrived at Portland Bill an hour late. This meant that we had to pass 3 nautical miles off the point and even then it was pretty choppy. We finally completed our run up the Jurassic Coast in a crowded anchorage in Lulworth Cove. After three attempts to find adequate swinging room we anchored over a kelp bed and spent a sleepless night listening to strange noises from the kelp and worrying that the anchor would drag. In short, this is not the coast to explore at the height of the holiday season.
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Lulworth Cove - Less Crowded Than When We Were There
Crossing the English Channel, or La Manche, is always an interesting experience since it involves crossing two very busy traffic lanes and arriving on a coast that has very strong tidal streams, so arrival times are critical. We have done it in rough weather, in fog and at night but this time the tides were such that we could leave early in the morning and arrive 14 hours later, crossing the traffic lanes in the daylight.
We arrived at the West entrance to Cherbourg Harbour, the second biggest artificial harbour in the world (1,500 hectares), after an uneventful crossing. It is always awe inspiring to enter the outer harbour which was designed for 80 warships to manoeuvre under sail. The outer walls alone are 6km long with forts along the way. It is a bit like a Russian doll with harbours within harbours, getting smaller and smaller. Unsurprisingly it was a key objective in the D-day landings of World War 2. Our destination was the third one in, where the Marina is located.
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Cherbour Harbour from the East - Outer Walls and Forts
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Chebourg Harbour Layout
Near us was a man who had just launched his boat that was going to participate in the race from Senegal, Africa to Guyana, South America. The twist was that this was a single handed rowing race that lasts about 40 days and takes place every 3 years. We had never heard of it, but it is part of the new wave of extreme sports.
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He Must Be Mad
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Pretty Small for a Transatlantic Crossing
His name was Remy Alnet and we later checked the results of the 2012 race but he was not mentioned so something happened to prevent his entry. 
After a break in Cherbourg it was time to start on the second leg of our cruise, travelling by way of the Channel Islands along the North coast of Brittany to Brest.
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The Route from Cherbourg to Brest
Travelling West it is necessary to round the Northwest point of the Cotentin Peninsular a rocky headland called Cap de la Hague. This high headland is famous for having perhaps the biggest nuclear fuel reprocessing plant in the world. Spent fuel comes from all around the world to be reprocessed here and this is where much of the warhead material from nuclear disarmament ended up. So this headland is a hot spot in more ways than one.
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Cap de La Hague Nuclear Fuel Reprocessing Plant
However, we only saw glimpses of the plant; what concerned us most was down at sea level. Rounding this headland and heading South between the Mainland and the island of Alderney is very interesting and challenging because the tidal streams in the Alderney Race can reach 6 to 7 knots and when this reverses in each tidal cycle it creates extremely confused seas all around Cap de la Hague to Alderney. Timing and reasonable weather are essential.
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The Cotentin Peninsular, Cap de La Hague and the Alderney Race
So the evening before the passage we sailed to the nearest anchorage to the headland, Omonville, and lay at a mooring to be in the best position to get the time right on the next day. The weather was marginal the next day but we thought it do-able and we set off. At the turning point off the headland the seas were big and confused, due to a strong wind against tide even though we had the timing right, but we thought that it would improve. 
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The Little Russell Approach to St. Peter Port, Guernsey
It did not and continued rough all down to the Race to the Little Russell approach to St. Peter Port, Guernsey. We made slow progress such that the tide had turned and it was a battle, even on full throttle, to reach our destination. Even though the boat had been well battened down we had taken so much water over the boat that the bedding was damp. However, we were so tired that we hardly noticed it.
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Two Bailiwicks
The Channel Islands, or more precisely the Îles Anglo-Normandes, are an anomaly. This archipelago of seven inhabited islands, totalling 198 square km, is neither part of France nor of the UK, but a dependency of the British Crown. They are not in the British Commonwealth or the European Union and have their own currency. Furthermore they have two separate jurisdictions, Bailiwicks, with their own legislatures and are quite independent of each other. They were famous as a tax haven and for other legal loop holes that encouraged business but much of that has now gone.
This odd arrangement came about through a quirk of history. Originally belonging to William the Conqueror they were never absorbed into his English lands but stayed with the Duchy of Normandy. In the following 500 years of wars between France and England they went back and forth, having a 200 year period of neutrality until the English Civil War, in which they backed the Royalists.
When the monarchy was restored (Charles II) the Bailiwick of Jersey  was rewarded with lands in the New World; hence New Jersey. We have visited most of the islands on previous cruises and this time just wanted to press on with our cruise to Spain.
We planned to make landfall in Brittany at the Lezardrieux River but the strong tidal currents were pushing us East and rather than fight it we decided to take the more adventurous route to the East of the Ile de Brehat. With the 10m tidal ranges in this area the landscape totally changes between high and low tide. When you look back at low tide you wonder how you ever did it!
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Isle de Brehat to Treguier Challenge
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Hard to Believe we Sailed Here
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Agapanthes on Brehat
The islands here are known for their Mediterranean micro-climate and famous for the masses of agapanthes growing wild.
This coast is a cruiser's dream as long as you are prepared to be bold and do your homework. There are myriads of hidden inlets. Exchanging our plans to go up the Lezardieux River we opted for the next one, the Treguier, because of the challenge of getting there! It involves sailing precisely to a leading line through rocks and then through the shallow Passe de la Gaine before entering the Treguier River to arrive at the charming Town of Treguier.
This is rural France at its best and just to cap it all the circus had arrived in town and set up near the port. Many small itinerant circus are still around in France, like the markets that make a weekly circuit of small towns. To stroll the town, with its small shopkeepers and shoppers who still buy their bread daily and exchange gossip as they shop, is to enter a way of life that has largely disappeared from many countries. One can understand why the French so fiercely resist change; they know what they will lose.
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Welcoming Committee at Treguier
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Exploring Treguier
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Travelling Circus
After a couple of days enjoying the town and stocking up at the markets when we came to leave we found that the rubber dinghy had acquired a puncture. This does not matter until you need to anchor and go ashore and then it is vital. We did not stop to fix it then but knew that it could be awkward later because we had to drop off a crew member at Roscoff, a harbour that dries at low tide. Thus we had to arrive while there was enough water to get up against the harbour wall to drop him off while leaving time for us to get out again. So suddenly we had a deadline imposed upon us.
We sailed West down the coast past Sept Iles, across Morlaix Bay and into the old harbour at Roscoff with about 5cm under our keel at the Harbour wall when the crew member jumped ashore. Backing off we just managed to get out of the harbour before the water was gone.

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Roscoff Harbour High Tide
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Roscoff Harbour Low Tide
The Bay of Morlaix has many small islands and rocks as it narrows to the estuary of the Morlaix River. This was an ideal pirate sanctuary before the days of buoys, markers and accurate charts, for only those with expert local knowledge could get in here. 'Pirates' is perhaps too strong a word, for these were entrepreneurs sailing under a 'Letter of Marque' from the King, known as Corsairs in France. This was permission to attack the King's enemies as long as the King got his percentage of the spoils. This was cheaper than having a large standing Navy. When navies were first established the Corsairs continued and King's ships still operated in a similar way by sharing the spoils. After a disastrous raid on Morlaix by the English a fort was built (Château du Taureau) on one if the islets to block access to the Morlaix Estuary. Many of the great houses in this area were built on the spoils of this trade.
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Route from Roscoff to the Oyster Beds Anchorage
The plan was to go up the Morlaix River  to visit old acquaintances in the town of Morlaix but since the river dries out at low tide and the lock into the town's harbour only opens infrequently, it requires a little planning if you are not to end up laying on your side on the mud. Our plan was to anchor in a spot we knew among  the oyster beds and then go up on the rising tide to the first lock opening.
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The Chateau du Taureau
The flaw was that we had to negotiate the perilous entry and find that spot in the dark as we were so late leaving Roscoff. The problem is that there are so many navigation lights and secondary channels that it is easy to get confused and find yourself going up the wrong channel.
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Oyster Harvesting in the Estuary
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The Morlaix River at Half Tide
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Morlaix River at Low Tide
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Morlaix River at High Tide
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Morlaix - Worth the Effort to get Here
 The Western end of Brittany is another of those places with exposed, rocky shores and strong tidal currents that mean that you have to get it right. It is not called the Chenal du Four, the Channel of the Oven, for nothing. There are a string of lighthouses on the coast around here with some great videos of them.  , Phare La Jument,
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Chenal du Four
There were multiple restraints to our next stage; lock out of Morlaix and get through the difficult passage to Roscoff in the daylight; pass through Roscoff Channel when there was sufficient water on an ebb tide so that the current would carry us to Aber W'rach, the last port before the Chenal du Four; leave Aber W'rach such that the tidal current would carry us down the channel, through the pinch point of St. Mathieu before it turned; then have a favourable current to get us through 'the Bottleneck', le Goulet, into Brest. All that with favourable winds and reasonable seas.
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Morlaix River to Roscoff
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The Roscoff Passage
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Pinch Point and Le Goulet
It worked out that we would have to anchor in the the Roscoff Channel to get the tides right. The weather was not good enough the next day and we spent 2 days on the anchorage.
Aber W'rach presented an interesting situation for there is a short cut through the rocks that cuts off some distance. So should we take it? We had done it once before from the other direction but the passage is tricky and shallow so the tide must be right. We did not take it as the tidal state would be marginal, the entrance is difficult to find at the best of times and the sun would be in our eyes when we arrived. That is experience and what makes this type of navigation so interesting and rewarding.
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The Short Cut to Aber W'rach
We were to pick up our son and granddaughter in Brest so we chose the old harbour rather than the new marina, which is some distance out of town. On arrival one crosses the military harbour with the U-boat pens in the background, and turns around massive harbour walls; it is all a bit intimidating but right in the centre of town.
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Overview of Brest Looking West
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The City Centre Marina
Our next leg was to pass out through Le Goulet then down to the extreme South West corner of Brittany and through the the notorious Raz de Sein  while we still had the ebb tide. It is always a thrill to pass this point for the trick is to position yourself at the right place at the right time and ride the current. We have done over 10 knots on several occasions and that feels very fast in a cruising sail boat.
The trick is to get well out in the centre of the channel to avoid being swept into the gap between the lighthouse and the headland. There is much folklore and videos of rescues off this point but the secret is to not let them freak you out.
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Raz du Sein and the Veille Lighthouse
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The Route from Brest to Ile de Re
The climate changes quite dramatically to a milder , more Mediterranean one, on the South side of Brittany which probably explains its popularity with British yachtsmen. Once through the Raz de Sein there is a convenient port, Audierne, before a long stretch of inhospitable coast that extends past the Point of Penmarc'h. Once round that and a whole string of delightful ports are in reach. We have never passed this point without porpoises appearing around the boat; we always take this as a good omen. On this occasion we pushed on to the walled town of Concarneau.
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The Walled City of Concarneau
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Moored under the Walls
We passed by many interesting ports and islands along this South Brittany coast calling only at L'Orient and Le Crouesty before turning South. This involves passing through the Quiberon Peninsular, an interesting exercise. It would be easy to while away a couple of months around here, and we knew what we were missing because we had been here before, but we still had a way to go and September was upon us.
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In la Crouesty one of those occasional unpleasant events occurred that always leaves a bad taste. Four French customs officers descended on the boat at the dock and declared that they wanted to search the boat. It seems an invasion of privacy but that is the price you pay for being a free spirit in a boat. They even wanted to see in the water tank but when they discovered how much work it was they gave up! We were not unhappy to leave and head South to the  string off islands off the West coast of France; undiscovered gems that the French seem to keep for themselves.
The first island was Noirmoutier, a low sandy island where Mimosa blooms all the year round and whose main source of income has been from the salt pans. The best chefs in France will always have a supply of Sel de Noirmoutier on hand.
On leaving the port of L'Herbaudiere the engine overheated and we found that the pump belt was slipping. In trying to tighten it a stud broke off and we crept back to port with a wrench jammed in the bracket to keep the tension. Getting it welded was not cheap but only to be expected in such a remote place.
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Salt Pans, Ile de Noirmoutier
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Port Joinville, Ile de Yeu
The next island is the Ile de Yeu. Low lying and rocky it has been inhabited since megalithic times as witnessed by the standing stones. However, it was always an easy target for Viking raiders and later privateers. The fishing industry, for tuna, has withered away in recent years and the population has diminished as people cannot live on beauty alone.
Its most famous claim to fame is that it was where Petain, the leader of Vichy France in the Second World War was exiled and where he is buried. In 1973 an extreme right group stole the body and the coffin with the object of burying it at the site of the First World War Battle of Verdun. However, the plot was discovered and the body returned to the island.
On leaving the port the pump belt was slipping again and the engine overheated. To add to our problems the main sail had not been furled correctly and jammed; so just outside the harbour we were drifting onto the rocks. With short bursts of the engine we managed to get back into dock and fix the issues.
The next day we had a great sail to Les Sables d'Olonne without needing the engine until the harbour entrance. Then once again the pump belt slipped and the engine overheated. This was starting to become worrying but once again we got the belt tightened and it seemed to hold. The next day the wind was favourable for the run South to St. Martin on the Ile-de-Re.
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Marina in the Moat at St. Martin
The Ile-de-Re is low and sandy, like Noirmoutier, with extensive salt pans. Salt and fishing were the main industries for many years. However, it was close to the naval port of La Rochelle and was therefore fortified. St. Martin is a fortified town surrounded by a moat which connects to the sea by a lock, thus yachts can lock in and tie up in what is virtually the old moat to the city.
Because of the swells that occur here the harbour entrance is protected by an unconnected sea wall around which one must pass to get to the waiting pontoon for the lock. Once again the pump belt slipped and the engine overheated so we were forced to make a tricky entrance under sail and could not enter the lock.
Determined to get to the bottom of the problem we sought out a marine engineer the next day. He solved the problem in 10 minutes and we have never had a problem since. The wrong vee belt was installed in Falmouth! The profile of the belt must exactly fit the profile of the pulley; if it does not excessive wear occurs and no matter how much it is tightened it will slip. When I think how the mechanic in Falmouth talked with such authority and kept us waiting while he ordered the correct belt, it just shows that talk is cheap. So we set off for the final stage with much more confidence and anticipation.
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The Final Stage to Spain
The island of Oleron is the last in the chain of islands going South. We decided to go through the very shallow waters at the Eastern side of the Ile de Re, under the bridge, past the commercial port of La Pallice and so to the main port of St. Denis d'Oleron.
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Through Shallow Waters Ile-de-Re
Now St. Denis d'Oleron is a harbour that maintains it's water at low tide by means of a sill, while outside the sill the sea bed dries out completely. To enter or leave the harbour there must be enough water to sail over the sill, meaning a window of 3 to 4 hours depending on the ship's draft. In October of 2005 we had the embarrassing  experience of being just too late at the sill. Whereupon we dried out and lay on our side until the tide came in! This time we had no desire to repeat the experience and moored off shore at a waiting buoy which enabled an early start in the morning.
Now the Bay of Biscay has a nasty reputation for rough seas but few people realize why. A look at the Google Earth view shows that the continental shelf goes across the Bay and at the southern end is quite close to the shore. So ocean currents coming from the West hit this enormous underwater cliff and rise up to create large swells that turn into surfing waves when they approach a shelving coast.
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The Continental Shelf in Biscay
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Pointe de Chassiron, Oleron
Rounding the Northern Point de Chassiron we met a particularly large swell which made the rocks off the point a maelstrom of breaking waves and flying spray. Although we were well off we changed course a little more, particularly when we saw a wrecked fishing boat perched on the rocks. After travelling South down this coast we came to the turning point to take the channel into the Gironde Estuary and our next port of call, Royan. I do not like this entrance for it is quite narrow and  has
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The Gironde Estuary and the Route of Enterprise
sandbanks on both sides. The swells from the North West break on the sandbanks to the North and any sailor gets very nervous when sailing close to breaking waves. It is also an uncomfortable half hour of heavy rolling. However, once you are through it it is plain sailing to Royan.
We were picking up our son here for our final push to Spain so we had a little time to explore the town.
It is very much a resort town with  mild climate, abundant palm trees and boulevards with elegant side-walk cafes. We particularly enjoyed the enormous indoor market.

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The Indoor Market at Royan
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We Indulged at the Outdoor Cafes
The last steps were perhaps the most challenging for there is a long stretch of coast to the first port, Arcachon, 78 nautical miles away which means a 14 or 15 hour leg in Enterprise. But that was not the main concern; the swells on this coast are large and the entrance to Arcachon is shallow, convoluted and cannot be attempted in heavy swells or rough seas. If you cannot enter, the next port is another 70 miles and also cannot be entered in those conditions. So the challenge is to get the sea conditions right and arrive at the right time, in the daylight. We were at the end of September and the days were now getting shorter. The extra crew member would be helpful if we could not enter either port and had to go straight through to Spain. Furthermore, parts of this coast are active firing ranges and one must read the notices and keep out of those zones.
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Arriving at the Outer Marker
We did not see another yacht all day; it seems that these waters are not greatly travelled. As if to emphasis this a fishing boat travelled on a parallel course, un-reeled a kilometre or so of fishing net and then did a u-turn in front of us to close the net. We assumed that the net had sunk sufficiently for we had no alternative but to sail over it. The incident seemed to be unnecessary and we could only assume that he was sending a message to keep out of his fishing grounds.
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The Entrance to Arcachon with Our Route
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La Dune du Pilat
From the aerial photograph, the mass of sandbanks at the entrance show why the tide has to be just right to enter and leave but it does not show the strong tidal currents and the breaking waves from a big swell that can make the entrance impossible. Immediately on entry, the biggest sand dune in Europe, La Dune du Pilat, appears. It has been used for many movie sets to simulate desert scenes. The entry, on a flood tide, takes over an hour even doing 9.5 knots past the lighthouse at Cap Frehal. Once inside, it opens up to a a large shallow inland sea which largely dries at low tide. A marvellous playground, with endless beaches.
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Houses in the Bay at Low Tide
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Endless Beaches - High Tide
This area of France from the Gironde River to the Pyrenees on the Spanish border, is called Les Landes, meaning moors and heath. It is low and was largely swampy until modern agriculture drained large areas and planted maritime pines over 10,000 square kilometres. The French Army trains here and there are naval firing ranges off shore. The naval ranges are seldom used but the firing ranges from the shore out to sea are frequently used and restricted times are posted in the Marinas.
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The Endless Forest of Les Landes
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Our Helicopter Experience
 We left at 06:15 in the dark, having done our calculations to arrive at the entrance bar at the ideal time to catch the tidal cycle and arrive in Cap Breton with enough water to enter. This entrance to Arcachon is not recommended at night so only a few of the markers are lit but it would be light when we arrived as it was over 2 hours at this state of tide to get there. As we left several fishing boats came awake and started for the entrance. It is always reassuring when you see that the professionals, who have done the same calculations, have arrived at the same answers! The swell was moderate at the entrance so we were reassured about being able to enter our next port as we turned South.
But we were a little too anxious to go South as it looked to the live fire range control that we were going to cross the restricted area and they dispatched a helicopter that quite aggressively buzzed us at just above mast-top height; quite an alarming experience. When we changed course they left us alone and that was our excitement over for the day.
The great underwater cliff that is the edge of the continental shelf is cut with canyons that reach out like fingers into the shelf. As the edge gets closer to the shore these canyons can reach right up to it and feed water surges to the shore that show up as swells. So it is at Cap Breton where the canyon comes right up to the harbour entrance.
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All went well, we approached swiftly on a small swell, dodged around the end of the harbour wall, and sailed sedately up beside the main street to a welcoming Marina at the end.

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Barbecuing Tuna in Cap Breton
This was a delightful place perhaps coloured by the feeling that our big challenges were all behind us and the next stop was Spain.
There was a surprise there. That underwater canyon meant that sea life was abundant and there was a fish market where each stall was the outlet for a fishing boat. You watched them unload and then bought the fish from the stall. We gorged on barbecued tuna and then swam in the sea.
Then it was off to Hondarribia and the Basque country the next day; sailing South on this last leg we had time to reflect on just what The Basque Country is. Rather than a physical area it is the place where the Basque language is spoken and the Basque cultural traditions are followed, so the boundaries are rather fluid. The Northern boundary is somewhere around Bayonne in France, the Western one west of Bilbao, the Eastern is a couple of pyrenean passes from the coast around  Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, where the French pilgrimage route to Saint- Jacques-de-Compostelle starts. Finally, the Southern border is roughly on a line South of Victoria-Gasteiz but the following map is more restrictive.
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One Interpretation of Basque Country
Our excitement grew as the flat country of Les Landes gave way to the Pyrenees. Bayonne was to our East and the mountains stretched away into the distance. In front of us they continued across the horizon to disappear to the Western horizon. This was like a grand threshold to a different world; and so it was going to prove to be.
The border of France and Spain at this point is defined by a river, with the town of Hendaye on one side and Hondarribia on the other. The waters are administered by a joint committee of the two countries. We sailed in and turned to starboard to start our Spanish adventure, but that is for the next blog.
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The French and Spanish Border at the Coast
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Old Hondarribia Dripping in Atmosphere
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31/12/2010

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Enterprise over wintered in the water at Stavanger awaiting her second new mast  after our 2009 season. (see Northern Denmark & Norway)  We were looking forward to a cruising season with a bit less excitement. However, the first event came from an unexpected source; the eruption of Eyjafjallajokull in Iceland. All flights to Norway were cancelled due to the ash clouds so we started our season by touring Hadrian’s Wall and the Scottish Highlands while we waited for a flight from Aberdeen. Finally arriving in Stavanger we found that we still did not have a mast and trepidation really set in.
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Our First Setback
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The Second Setback
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The 2010 Cruise - Go To Google Earth for the Full Version
However, by May 9th we cast off to begin our cruise. The full route can be seen by following this link to Google Earth, The Norwegian Sea to the Irish Sea,  make sure that you have the ‘temporary places’ box ticked when it is open. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open log entries.
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The West Coast of Norway



 The first leg was from Stavanger to the Shetland Islands by way of Bergen. The West coast of Norway is very rugged, facing the storms of the North Atlantic but has strings of offshore islands behind which one can shelter. In fact, one can go all the way North to the Lofoten Islands dodging in and out behind islands, but that was too far North for us.

Anxious to get away, we started off with a brisk breeze on the nose and as we headed into the open sea it became uncomfortable with little progress being made at full throttle. This was no way to start the season so we decided to change course to go behind the islands of Bru & Sokn.
There was a bridge to go under but it was posted at 16 metres clearance and our air draft was 15.23m so there should not be a problem. Now when you sail under a bridge and look up it always looks as if you are going to hit it even if there are several metres of clearance. I do the calculation three times and if it is OK I don’t look up; it is less stressful that way.


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The Alternate Route Where We Hit the Bridge
Only afterwards did I notice the antennae and tri-light hanging down! Later we determined by marks on the tri-light that we had cleared the mast by 2cm. The strong wind had created a tidal surge that I had not allowed for and could not calculate. We tied up that night at Utstein Kloster that we had visited the previous autumn but this time it was cold and windswept. Here we discovered that we had a dead cell in our deep cycle battery; these things always happen at inconvenient moments. Then after setting off next morning it started to snow quite hard, the first and, I hope, the last time that we sailed in a snow storm. We consoled ourselves by saying that it could only get better after that, and it did.
 Bergen has the reputation as the European city with the most days of rain but the Gods must have repented for it was a lovely day to sail into the harbour, with the sun highlighting the old, picturesque houses climbing up the mountainside from the wharf.
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Entering Bergen Without Rain!
This is the home of Eduard Grieg and there are daily lunchtime concerts throughout the summer at the composer’s home with its modern museum and concert hall. This city is another one that was in the Hanseatic League, like the ones that we had visited in the Baltic, and which grew rich on the trade monopoly.

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Shetlands Gang DVD
We were watching the weather closely for a favourable window to cross to Shetland for there was no appetite for a  repeat of last year;  the Norwegian Sea does not have any better reputation than the North Sea. So we left sooner than we would have liked (vowing to return) for the crossing to Lerwick, the capital. There is an annual, commemorative crossing of small boats from Norway to Shetland in honour of ‘The Shetland Bus’.  If you have not read the book or seen the film, you should for this is the story of the fleet of small fishing boats that sailed in appalling weather during the Second World War to keep a supply line open to the Norwegian Resistance.  There is also a Norwegian film with English subtitles.

Our crossing was ’a piece of cake’ compared to theirs but we were very much aware of history when we slipped out of Klapp Holmen on Friday night.

Arriving on Monday morning we were immediately struck by the lack of trees; this must be a very bleak place in the winter, however, there is a wild beauty to these islands that spoke to us. 
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The Route From Stavanger to Scotland
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Our First View of Shetland
We have often noticed that people who live in harsh conditions are usually warm and welcoming; Shetlanders were no exception.
The Viking roots there are very strong with the language full of Old Norse terms; it is a very distinctive culture. There may not be many trees but there are huge numbers of sea birds. Taking the local bus to the Southern tip of the main island to visit Sumburgh Head , we marvelled at how close we could get to nesting Fulmars,Guillemots,Kittiwakes, Puffins and Shags. We had previously only seen these birds in small numbers but here it was overwhelming.

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A Traditional Shetland House
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Sumburgh Head Bird Sanctuary
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Nesting Fulmars
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Shetland Ponies
 As a bonus there was the Jarlshof Prehistoric & Norse Settlement to see before we set sail for Fair Isle
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Jarlshof Prehistoric & Norse Settlement at Sumburgh Head
Fair Isle is an isolated island without a regular ferry service and only accessible by small aircraft so it was a great opportunity to visit it in our own yacht.
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Isolated Fair Isle
 This 5km by 3km island with its 70 inhabitants has given its name to a knitting pattern known all over the world. Life has always been hard here and while the men raised sheep and went fishing the women spun the wool and knitted the distinctive sweaters. Follow this link to read this extraordinary story. There is one dock where the community owned ex-fishing boat cum ferry is docked, leaving room for two or three yachts but when we arrived we were the only one. There are no fences on the island and sheep roam freely, as do walkers, over the hilly, rough land. The views were wild and magnificent as we trekked to the Northwest headland. On our way back we must have gone too close to a nesting ground for we were aggressively dived at by Skuas.

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The Dramatic North Coast
Dominating the island is Sheep Rock, sheer cliffs on all sides with a sloping, flat top, which from a distance looked like a lush green meadow. Discussion turned to Sheep Rock when a resident came to the dock to talk to the visitors and he said that he was the last person to graze sheep on it. In late Spring someone would scale the cliff and rig up a pulley and cable system to haul the sheep to the top, then when the sheep were all hoisted up they would be left all summer after which they were all hoisted down again; a very labour intensive process that is no longer reckoned to be worthwhile. 
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Sheep Rock
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The Export Trade Fair Isle Style
 One hundred and twenty kilometres South are the Orkney Islands; quite different, low, fertile and sandy, with strong tidal streams coursing between the islands so it is important to get the timing right.  They are much more closely related to the Scottish mainland, but still apart, and formerly speaking their own Orcadian language. Five thousand years ago people of the Neolithic culture landed here and settled. Everywhere there is evidence of ancient civilisations (including a complete Neolithic village ) overlain by Viking settlements giving a vague feeling of being in a time warp. Some of the cottages with their heavy stone slab roofs had a distinctly Neolithic air about them. We took a local bus to the Ring of Brodgar, a stone circle like Stonehenge but less well known. It is immense with 13 burial mounds near the circle. The walk towards it made us aware of many sites of Neolithic settlement and mysterious alignments.Previously we had visited Stonehenge but found this site in a sparsely settled landscape far more haunting.

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The Ring of Brodgar and Ever Present Rain
Virtually nothing is known about this people, the meaning of their structures, how they could move stone slabs weighing several tons, anything about their social system and psyche. They are still an unresolved mystery greater than the pyramids.We walked over this countryside and experienced feelings of awe and insignificance standing in the Ring of Brodgar and seeing in the distance other standing stones, each representing huge effort for no apparent reason that archaeologists have been able to fathom.
 
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Maeshowe Cairn and the Entrance Tunnel
Accompanied by a guide we entered the mound chamber of Maeshowe Cairn, almost crawling through the entrance tunnel. 900 years ago Viking seafarers had done the same thing to seek shelter from bad weather and passed the time by scratching runic writing on the walls with their axes. The guide could read that writing and it correlates with the Icelandic Sagas.These were not  primitive peasants but hardy seafarers who navigated their longboats around the North Atlantic and as far as the Eastern Mediterranean. Few modern men could do that. We were strangely moved.
 
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 From Orkney we had to decide whether to to go down the West coast of Scotland by way of Cape Wrath or down the East side by way of John O’ Groats. We finally opted for the later as we wanted to transit the Caledonean Canal. Leaving Orkney after days of torrential rain  we passed the former Eastern entrance to Scapa Flow, the huge sheltered harbour that was a major naval base in the First and Second World Wars. ‘Former’ because, after a German uboat, U-47, slipped in in 1940 and sank the battleship Royal Oak and then escaped, Winston Churchill ordered the Eastern entrances dammed up. So we could only look into Holmen Sound and the ‘Churchill Barriers’, for it was too big a diversion to find the Southern entrance. A pity because it is an interesting place. It was here that in 1919 the interned German Naval Fleet of 52 ships was scuttled by their crews simultaneously.

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Churchill Barrier #1
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Scapa Flow and the Eastern Barriers
The treacherous Pentland Firth was crossed without incident because we got are timing right and the weather was fair. All down the East coast of the Highlands the gorse was ablaze with yellow and we had frequent visits by porpoises. Altogether a delightful sail.
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Orkney, The Pentland Firth and John O' Groats
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The Eastern Highlands in Bloom
One of the surprises was how shallow the approach to Inverness was, the Moray Firth, which meant that the tide really rushed in and out; this was something that we had not allowed for in our timing so we struggled past Fort George and up to the Marina at Inverness.
Our plan was to cross Scotland  by the Caledonian Canal and then explore the Western Isles, fired I must confess by romantic dreams of Flora MacDonald ferrying Bonnie Prince Charlie ‘over the sea to Skye’. So  before leaving Inverness we thought that we should visit that icon of Scottish history, the battlefield of Culloden (1746). The Great Glen crosses Scotland like a great rift valley from Inverness in the East to Fort William in the West and was for a long time the battle line for the English against the Scots. Hence Fort George, Fort Augustus and Fort William. It is at the Eastern end, near Fort George that the battlefield is located.
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The Moray Forth, Inverness, Fort George and Culloden
Thus one evening, when a light rain was falling and a mist was rising off this boggy moorland we visited Culloden.In retrospect a most suitable atmosphere for this mournful place. We were the only visitors at that time of day when the adjacent visitors centre was closed (we returned another day to view the interactive visitor centre). 
 The battlefield is well defined with flags marking the line of the Government troops and the starting line of the Highland (Jacobite) forces about half a kilometre of boggy ground apart. “Bonnie Prince Charlie’ had marched his men all night and they were tired and hungry facing well fed and rested Government soldiers. Many of the Clan chiefs advised against the battle but Charlie, with his inflated ego, well to the rear on his horse, insisted that they attack. A worse battleground could not be imagined with half the line having to charge through bog holes up to their thighs.
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The Bleak and Boggy Battlefield
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The Government troops stood their ground and mowed them down until the remaining , exhausted Highlanders were cut down in hand to hand combat. On that day something like 1,600 Highlanders died for the loss of 40 Government troops. Bonnie Prince Charlie did not even get his britches dirty for he turned and galloped off, being hidden in the Highlands, at great personal risk to his protectors, for 5 months before being smuggled to France. He never came back, became an obese drunkard in Rome and died of cirrhosis of the liver. So there was nothing very ‘bonnie’ about him; alas there goes another romantic illusion.

 The Caledonian Canal connects a string of waterways by 29 locks, the River Ness, Loch Dochfour, Loch Ness, Loch Oich and Loch Lochy. In fact,only 33km of its 97km is in man-made canals. The first, Loch Ness was disappointing with its tacky tourist resorts exploiting The Loch Ness Monster or ‘Nessie’. However, after ascending the flight of locks at Fort Augustus it became beautifully remote and unspoiled such that we extended our passage by spending extra nights at moorings.
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In The Caledonian Canal
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Sailing Past Ben Nevis
 The passage finally skirts Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in Scotland, before descending by an impressive set of locks called ‘Neptune's Staircase’ to Loch Linnhe and the sea. 
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Neptune's Staircase
Now we were set to explore the Western Isles. Sailing South down Loch Linnhe we turned West up the Sound of Mull to Tobermory. On the way we  anchored for a night in Choire Auch, an inlet that has no sign of life except for a single croft that looked abandoned, and a night in the beautiful Loch Aline where we went ashore in the dinghy to walk. Even in this short passage we had our excitement; halfway down Loch Linnhe we were somewhat aggressively boarded by a party of Border Agency agents and later we saw a ship on fire at the quayside at Glensanda. So there was enough to keep the adrenalin flowing.

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Loch Aline
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Tobermory
Tobermory is a pleasant tourist town and the logical jumping off point for the Western Isles. Our plan was to round Ardnamurchan and pass North of Skye through the Kyle of Lochalsh before crossing to Portree on the Isle of Lewis. However, it was not to be, as we had so often learned when sailing.

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Our Plans For The Western Isles
On turning North out of the Sound of Mull one passes the headland of Ardnamurchan and we had been told that once passed you are entitled to tie a sprig of heather to the pulpit. We did that and it stayed there until it fell apart. It is a forbidding headland and, just to emphasise it, the rain started and did not seem to stop for the next four weeks as low pressure systems tracked across Western Scotland. We anchored for the night, in foul weather, at the island of Muck. This part of Scotland is very sparsely populated and many of the smaller islands are advertising for family units to come and settle because their populations have sunk  to below what is economically sustainable. The islands usually have a government funded jetty for the ferry but otherwise yachts must drop anchor and you go ashore in the dinghy.
 Then we spent two miserable days at anchor at Mallaig. The town was filled with depressed holidaymakers eating fish & chips in any shelter that they could find. Finally, with a string of gales forecast we abandoned our plans and beat a retreat to Oban where we holed up for 3 weeks until the weather improved. It was the worst June and July in living memory so we drew the short straw that year.
  However, Scotland has a way of compensating.  When we were passing Ardnamurchan  again , in a temporary clearing of the weather, we were suddenly surrounded by porpoises, there must have been more than 100 for about a kilometre around the boat; some leaping in groups of 3 or 4, others singly but all in a feeding frenzy. It lasted about 10 minutes and then they were all gone. We were left breathless, realising that we had witnessed something that very few  people have seen and that we would never see it again.

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The Route from Oban to The Clyde
From Oban we went South, threading through rocky islands with strong currents and eddies that made it exciting. We wanted to visit the Clyde estuary and Glasgow  but in order to do this without a huge detour around the Mull of Kintyre it was necessary to transit the Crinan Canal. In the distant past we had lived in an old convoy assembly station at Kilcreggan on the Clyde and had never gone back to see it.

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Enterprise Next to a Puffer
  Waiting in the basin to enter the canal we found ourselves next to one of the last remaining ‘puffers’ in Scotland.
Now ‘puffers’ are a much loved icon in this country, they are small steam driven coasters that were the lifeline to the hundreds of coastal islands. They carried everything imaginable  and could beach themselves to unload at low tide on the sand.
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The Vital Spark at Inverary
 The earliest versions pulled barges on the Forth & Clyde Canal and because the water was fresh they had no condensers.They sucked water into their coal fired boilers directly from the canal and exhausted the steam up the smokestack giving puffs of steam at each piston stroke; hence ‘puffers’. Of course when they evolved to sea going vessels they could no longer do that. 
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Even Beer!
  They became iconic when a series of stories about a puffer called ‘The Vital Spark’ and its irascible skipper ‘Para Handy’ ran for 20 years in the Glasgow Evening News from 1905.The last one in commercial service finished in 1993 killed by the roll-on roll-off  vessels that did not need unloading. Later we went  up Loch Fyne to Inverary where there is a puffer called The Vital Spark complete with an effigy of Para Handy.It is ironic  that people pay big money for the privilege of shovelling coal on a trip on a puffer. Old stokers must turn in their graves.
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First Mate Muscle Power
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Sailing in a Garden
 Now the Crinan Canal is a totally different kettle of fish to the Caledonian Canal since it is largely unchanged from when it was built  200 years ago, the 25 locks are all manually operated by the user so the passage is quite a feat of muscle power.
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Navigating The Crinan Canal



 However, it makes up for it in natural beauty and in places resembles a  large (just wide enough for a puffer), overgrown and winding ditch rather than a canal. With vegetation overhanging the banks it felt at times that we were sailing through somebody’s garden; especially when branches caught in the rigging.

 Leaving the Crinan Canal we were in an area of lochs and islands that are accessible to Glasgow and the Clyde with its history as a great manufacturing and shipbuilding centre of the industrial age. In those days  this whole area was seething with activity, paddle steamers  took the city people for excursions to the seaside and puffers plied their trade. Today there are relics of this age all over the area, decaying Victorian piers with their wrought iron curlicues and rusting hulks of once proud vessels. The shipyards are gone and Glasgow has many derelict factories but the area is re-inventing itself into a cultural centre with many new buildings in the down town and rehabilitation of the Clyde estuary. There is much nostalgia for the Golden Age of the Clyde and enthusiastic restoration efforts are under way to save features before they are lost.



 Reaching Holy Loch, we tied up for a month while we took a ‘busman’s holiday’ crewing on a yacht on the South Coast of England; but before we left we went to see the place at Kilcreggan where we lived with a new baby at a time when accommodation was almost impossible to find. Although it was in better shape in those days we were appalled that we were forced to live there. How times have changed.

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A Trident Submarine Leaving Base
 On our return to Scotland we were anxious to get on with our cruise and leave Holy Loch. At the mouth of the Loch we found that the passage had been pre-empted by a Trident nuclear submarine moving out from its base in the Gare Loch with its flotilla of security vessels keeping all other shipping away. The timing was interesting for there was national debate going on about whether or not the UK could or should maintain nuclear submarines. To add fuel to the debate, a couple of weeks later one of them ran aground off the Island of Skye in full view of people on the Skye bridge; rich material for cartoonists.

 The course lay around the Isle of Arran and down the East coast of the peninsular called the Mull of Kintyre which points like a finger to Northern Ireland, or Ulster. Over the last 50 to 60 years, great swaths of the Scottish countryside have been transformed from moors, bogs and infertile hillsides into coniferous forests. This was very evident as we sailed down the East side of the peninsular. Of course it makes good economic sense for nobody wants to live the life of a crofter scratching a living from infertile soil, but there is not much romance in looking at a coniferous plantation.  Near the southern end is Campbeltown, the last harbour on this sparsely populated part of Scotland. Here the brutal Atlantic gales sweep right across the end of the peninsular and the countryside struck us as rather bleak with steep rocky crags.
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The Route From The Clyde to Belfast
 Although the sea between Scotland and Ulster is narrow at this point, the tides are great and the currents strong. Furthermore, there are no harbours suitable for yachts between Campbeltown and Glenarm, which is an 8 hour trip or longer depending on the weather. Now with a 12 hour tidal cycle it means that neutral or favourable currents are only available for 6 to 7 hours so, on these types of passages, there is always a small window that one wants to occur at some reasonable time of day and correspond with reasonable weather.  There were some islands off the point that we would have liked to have visited but that would have meant that we would have missed the window and spent a rocky night at anchor, so we passed them up and pushed on. The most memorable part of this trip was leaving the bare, bleak and windswept Scottish landscape and arriving in the lush green shores of Ireland, the contrast could not have been greater, no wonder it is called the Emerald Isle. Thus we started on our exploration of Ireland.
 Glenarm is a small village that has obviously seen better days as can be judged by that invariable barometer, the number of pubs. Formerly there were three but now they are down to one and the Post Office has also shut down. However, surprisingly there was a goldsmith’s workshop that shipped its work to the capitals of Europe; this was the first of many anomalies that we were to encounter. The friendliness of the people was immediately apparent, they positively seek out an opportunity to strike up a conversation and everyone seems to have the time to chat. We were to learn later that if we looked at a map in the street people would immediately stop to ask if they could help.
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Overlooking Ardglass
The Harbour Master was right in the mould, telling us of all the stuff that we could do around Glenarm and the Antrim Coast.
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Social Contact Through Canaries


 The first was a walk around the village high up on the hills with good views of the town and harbour, but rather than the views what we most remember is looking over a garden wall to admire a great collection of unusual canaries in an aviary. The Owner spotted us and talked canaries to us for that was obviously his passion; he even invited us to go through his house to take a closer look.
 But there was an even bigger surprise, abutting the village were the grounds of a large country house, Glenarm Castle. The castle itself is very grand with turrets and porticoes but not open to the public except for one or two days per year.
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The Walled Garden ay Glenarm Castle
 The same goes for the meadows and grounds except for a large walled garden that has been extensively restored to its former glory, now rivalling the great European gardens. Although really too late in the season for most gardens this one still appeared in full bloom, an anomaly caused by the micro climate and sheltering walls. We were quite taken aback by this discovery, spending several hours there and returning for a second visit. Glenarm Castle is the home of Viscount and Viscountess Dunluce and their family. The castle has been in the McDonnell family ( the Lords of Antrim) since it was first built in 1636. The McDonnells have been in Glenarm for nearly 600 years and the Estate has been in the family for 400 years. Later when we had read the history of Ireland and learned  of the Plantations we started to understand how these great houses, scattered throughout Ireland fitted into the troubled history of the country.
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The Devil's Causeway
We toured the Antrim coast by local bus for we could not move on without visiting  the Giant's Causeway and the home of Irish whiskey at Bushmills. The bus trip took us through the Glens of Antrim and gave us a view of the country and people that we could never have seen from a car.
Then it was on to Belfast, not actually Belfast but Carrickfergus in the bay since we did not want to take the boat into the dockyards. The most striking feature on approaching Carrickfergus is its Norman Castle but we were heading for the  new marina, built in a town that had been a rather rough place judging by the shuttered shops covered in graffiti.
 This was to be a pattern in Ulster, money was being invested in projects in an attempt to revitalise run down and traumatised places. Later we took a bus tour of Belfast that traced the history of the ‘Troubles’ visiting the separating wall between Catholic and Protestant neighbourhoods. The gates were still being closed at 6pm and all day at the weekends. Although the adjacent residential neighbourhoods are being demolished and redeveloped there is still plenty of evidence of underlying hatred.
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Gates of Hatred
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The Collective Memory of Hatred
 Everything is either catholic or protestant with flags to make sure you know which is which. We had the feeling that there were dark forces under the surface that may stay buried as long as the economy stays strong for a couple of generations. Looking at the places with famous names from the ‘Troubles’ like Shankhill Road and Falls Road we felt unbelievably depressed.  The city of Belfast was also going through major redevelopment, one can only hope that it can trigger social change.

From Carrickfergus we sailed South to the fishing port of Ardglass, near the border with Eire, passing the mountains of Mourne where they ‘sweep down to the sea’. It was a relief to refresh our souls with the beauty of the scenery but later we were to explore the countryside and found that echoes of the Troubles were nearby in towns like Newry, Armagh and Portadown.
Then it was on to Howth in Dublin Bay as our cruise drew towards its end.  
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The Route from Ardglass to Neyland
 Suddenly the atmosphere felt quite different; gone was the underlying tension, people positively sought you out to chat, and they always seemed to have time to do it. Dublin was a hotbed of culture and we made the most of it with visits to three theatres,The Gate, The Abbey and Smock Alley,this latter one dating back to 1662; the Dublin Writers Museum and to the Book of Kells at Trinity College. The history of the ‘Easter Rising’ interested us and we saw key sites such as the General Post Office and other sites  while covering other places like the Oscar Wilde Memorial. Everywhere there were side walk cafes, especially along the banks of the Liffey, and we were like kids in a candy shop.

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A Celtic Harp Over The River Liffey
 We could not resist the urge to dig deeper since we had read Edward Rutherford’s ‘Ireland Awakening’ and that history was all around us. Consequently we set off by car to cross Ireland and get a feeling for the country.


In fact our land trips were quite extensive as we searched for places that illustrated what we had read about Ireland.
Our explorations on land had previously more local and we had seen the South coast on a previous cruise but this time we set off to ‘see the sun go down on Galway Bay’; and we did. The first night, somewhat tired we found a modest pub for the night in Ballinasloe. We turned in somewhat early, only to discover that it was the weekly Irish Dancing  class on the floor below with much stamping on the floor. So our quest for authenticity was satisfied.

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Explorations by Land
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Painting of the Battle of Aughrim


Next day we stopped at the marker for the Battle of  Aughrim.    There was nothing much to see but it was another Jacobite war, like Culloden that we had seen earlier, 7,000 people were killed on this spot; another squabble among kings where the people are pawns.
 The West Coast is mountainous, bleak and treeless with poor soils. Travelling North we appreciated the wild beauty but it must have been a hard life, a few potatoes and digging peat . The extent of peat digging can be seen from aerial photographs; the whole countryside is scarred.

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West Coast Countryside
   We stopped to walk the boards of an operational peat digging and appreciated what back-breaking labour it was.How they survived is a mystery. 

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Aerial View of Historical Peat Diggings
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A Working Peat Digging
 Looping back to Dublin by way of Westport  we passed through Stokestowne, home of the National Irish Famine Museum. This was a fascinating place based in one of the country mansions in which the nobility lived; a fitting juxtaposition. After walking the galleries of old photographs showing starving faces and bodies; the peasants being shipped off to the New World in ‘coffin’ ships with their hovels being torn down so that they had to go, we were in a state of shock. We knew about it before but now it was somehow real and personal. Still in that state of mind we walked out into the immaculate grounds to see how the aristocracy were living with their spacious lawns, flower gardens and green houses. 
 One item really got to us. This landowner was growing pineapples for his table in a heated glass-house while he evicted his starving tenants! During this great famine food was being exported to England.

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Contemporary Print of Evictions
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While the Land Owner Lived in Luxury
 The history of Ireland is a long tragic history of man’s inhumanity to man, it is a wonder that modern Irishmen can smile at all.

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Arklow Fishing Memorial
 The next port of call from Dublin Bay was Arklow a former fishing port at the foot of the Wicklow Mountains. There is a rather apt monument here, a sunken fishing boat that was raised and mounted on the quayside to rust away. So many fishing ports that have died but then they all overfished as if it would never end.
We toured the Wicklow  Mountains by road and round a fertile and prosperous land compared with the West Coast.
But the season was getting late and the weather deteriorating for when we tried to leave Arklow we were beaten back ‘with our tails between our legs’.
So as soon as the weather eased up we left for Wexford. Well not right into Wexford Harbour for it is a shallow, shifting channel and we did not want to get caught in there by bad weather. 
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Wexford Beach
So we dropped anchor off the beach on a beautiful evening intending to stay the night.
As with all sailing, the Gods (in the shape of the weather forecast) had other ideas and if we were to have any comfort in our crossing to Wales we had better leave right then. So up with the anchor and off for a night passage across the Irish Sea to Milford Haven and the end of our cruise. 
 That is how we ended up for the winter next to the ruins of the dock that was going to be the transatlantic terminal for Brunel’s great ship ’ The Great Eastern’ but that is another story.
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Northern Denmark and Norway

31/12/2009

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The mainland of Denmark, the Jylland peninsula, has a split personality. The west coast is windswept sand dunes and shallow coastal sand banks that take the full fury of North Sea storms in the winter but are incredibly beautiful on a summer’s day with vast numbers of sea birds; whereas the central and eastern area is a green pastoral land.

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West Coast of Jylland
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Central Jylland
Across the north of Jylland is an inland passage to the North Sea called Limfjord. We thought that for our 2009 cruise we would take this, apparently tranquil, passage to the North Sea and then across to Scotland. The season was to work out quite differently.
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The Planned North Sea Passage
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Limfjord from Hals (E) to Thyboron (W)
The full details of what actually happened can be seen by following this link to Google Earth,  Northern Denmark & Norway   make sure that you have the ‘Temporary Places’ check box ticked when it is open. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open the log book entries.
The first leg was from Århus up the east coast to Hals and then through Limfjord to the east coast port of Thyborøn.

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First Part Aarhus to Thyboron
 After completing the winter maintenance we set sail around the east coast by way of Ebeltoft & Grenå, entering the Limfjord at Hals.

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Last Touch-Ups
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Starting the Season
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Hals
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Limfjord near Aalborg
At first the passage was as we expected but as we progressed westwards the passage became shallower and a strong west wind was always blowing. Now shallow waters and strong winds always mean big waves, so as the channel widened out the waves grew bigger turning our tranquil passage into quite a challenge, shipping lots of water over the deck for  there was a storm in the North Sea. It was pretty countryside but we hardly had time to observe it!
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Nykobing to Struer
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Shipping Water Over the Deck
At Thyborøn we agonised most of the next day about launching into our 3 day passage to Scotland as the storm, though subsiding was a long way from having completely passed. We had a strong crew of 6 persons, 3 of whom had planes booked back to Canada in a few days and the weather was forecast to gradually improve. So I made the classic mistake of making a decision based on deadlines rather than weather and then rationalised it. So at 17:30 we set off in high spirits for Scotland.
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The Second Part - What Actually Happened
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Off to Scotland
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Seasick Crew and Flying Table Secured
The seas were big, not more than expected, but 4 hours later 3 crew members were down with seasickness. The seas were too big to use the auto-helm so we settled into hand steering which was much more demanding of the remaining crew. As the night came on the wind built from the west so we had to change course to Northwest to keep sailing and found that the waves knocked us further off course. By morning we were well north of our desired track, so tacked to get back southwards, but on that tack we were being driven east. It was a long night during which the cabin table broke loose and had to be tied down. The first mate was thrown into the chart table and got a black eye. By early morning one of the crew had recovered sufficiently to take a watch and by noon the wind had backed sufficiently to tack again. Finally we were making good progress in the direction that we wanted to go but the seas were still big and lumpy. From this point we knew that the weather would only improve and we started to calculate our arrival time in Scotland. Then during the midnight watch of the second night a mainstay brass turn-buckle broke. After the initial crash there was an eerie silence. We were dragging the mast, sails and rigging over the side with stanchions and lifelines torn away. The mast was pounding the hull like a battering ram but it was far too dangerous in the dark to go on deck to cut it free. We could afford to wait for daylight because we had a steel hull. All the debris over the side acted like a sea anchor but it also tended to put us broadside to the waves, so we started the engine to keep us bow on. That lasted about 20 minutes before the rigging fouled the prop so that was the end of that.

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View from the G.O.Sars in the Morning
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Waiting for the Coastguard Cutter
In response to our relayed distress call an oceanographic research vessel, the G.O. Sars, found us at 02:30. To see her approaching with searchlights sweeping the sea was a memorable moment. She stood weather guard on us until the coastguard cutter arrived at 10:30 and took us in tow. It was a rough 14 hr tow in those seas at 6 knots.
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Arriving at Egersund
In the morning we had time to reflect, celebrate and look around the charming town of Egersund. We had made the newspapers and people came to look at us.  A deep sea trawler fleet is based here, the so called ‘factory ships’ that are at sea for months and go to the farthest corners of the North Atlantic so there is a long tradition of sea faring  history here.
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The Morning After
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Our Saviour
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Poor Enterprise
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Deep Sea Trawlers Around Us
The next 3 months were what we called the Norwegian interlude. We were determined to turn it into a positive experience and, looking back on it, it was great. After fixing up the insurance and putting the repairs into the good hands of Eigerøy Båt og Motor AS, we moved into a holiday cabin on nearby Eigerøy and walked and cycled in the area.
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Our Temporary Home
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Walk to Auglend
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Walk to Loyningsvagen
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Grocery Shopping
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To the Lighthouse
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At the Lighthouse
We also explored the modern, bustling city of Stavanger where we experienced our first ‘flash mob’. Through social media the word goes out to meet in a certain location in a couple of hours and we happened to be in the spot when hundreds of people suddenly arrived, a ghetto blaster got going with action songs, like ‘YMCA’, and everyone joined in. After an hour it is all over as if nothing had happened. It was apparently quite the rage that year.
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Central Stavanger
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Charming Streetscapes
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Tradition
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Anti-Tradition. Why the Mona Lisa Smiles
On another occasion we travelled up Lysefjorden then up switchbacks and a spiral tunnel to the ice fields.
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Impressive Cliffs
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Pulpit Rock
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The Big Climb Plus a Spiral Tunnel
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Looking Down on Lyseboron
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Up in the Ice Fields but Driving!
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Setesdal Vesthei Snowfields
This area is home to Europe’s southernmost population of wild reindeer. Several ancient trails dating back to the Stone Age pass through this area. Then we went down to the coastal road with its extensive tunnels, cliff hanging roads and picturesque fishing ports.
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The Coastal Road
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Helleren - Cave Dwellers Norwegian Style
In this harsh environment it is not difficult to picture the isolation in former times when transportation and sustenance depended on the sea. When the sea was rough you stayed put and went hungry if you could not trap wild animals.

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The Coastal Road
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Songalstrand - An Enormous Contrast
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Songalstrand - As if in a Tme Warp
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A Typical Coastal Scene
The 17th May is Norway’s National Day. The whole community gets involved in the parades and national costumes abound which, we were told, are past down in families for generations; it was an exciting experience for us in Egersund. National pride in their modern, progressive state, which a hundred years ago was a country of fishermen and subsistence farming, was evident everywhere.
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Traditional Dress According to Your Village
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Teachers with Their Pupils
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Teacher and Pupils. Note the Men in Suits
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A Great Variety of Traditional Dress
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Everyone Participated
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Even Babies
Finally after 3 months of this interlude the boat was better than new, as we had taken the opportunity to make major overhauls, but we still had to travel as a motor boat to Stavanger, a 60 nm open sea journey, to have the new mast and sails installed. So began the next stage of our sailing season.
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The Third Part - Coastal Exploring
A keeled yacht without its mast and sails is unbalanced and tends to act like a pendulum, rolling a lot in cross seas. So we were a little apprehensive about the passage to Stavanger. As it turned out the rolling was not too bad and it was the torrential rain that bothered us more. After the new mast and sails were installed they had to be modified so we took the boat on the short trip to a sail maker in Sandnes. This turned out to be a very interesting trip as we were invited to a house party with some of his friends at Oltedal where we experienced great Norwegian hospitality and an insight into the way of life. Since the hostess managed a large salmon farm in a nearby fjord we were given a personal tour of the farm. The high technology involved in the operation was a real surprise.
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Salmon Farm Nr. Helle
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New Friends
We sailed around the area testing the new mast and sails before we were ready to move on. One of our excursions was to ancient monastery, Utstein Kloster, where we heard that there was a choral concert being given. The island of Utstein seemed very remote to hold a concert but we later found out that there was a bridge so it was not as inaccessible as we thought. We tied up at the dock, had cocktails at the hotel, and then walked a couple of kilometres to the monastery to listen to an elegant concert. It was all a bit surreal.

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Utstein Island
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Approaching the Kloster
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The History
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Concert Goers
We decided that it was now so late in the season that we should go back to Denmark for the winter, stopping at Egersund for some adjustments to be done in the boat yard. So on the 2nd August we started back the way that we had come, but this time we would go back down the Norwegian coast before crossing to Hirtshals in Denmark. Once again it was not to be.
On the 20 August, offshore and approaching the southernmost point of Norway, the new mast suddenly broke in two places, one a metre above the deck and the other at the cross trees. This time however it was at 11:35 on a good sea, with little or no collateral damage. We felt like old hands at this situation and immediately secured the rigging from fouling the prop. Then we motored into the nearest port, Flekkefjord, dragging the debris. Being a Saturday afternoon, we were quite a sensation when we arrived in the centre of town.
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Approaching Flekkefjord
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Flekkefjord - In a Sorry State
In typical Norwegian style, the local yacht club immediately put together a working party to sort out the mess and salvage the sails and what is more invited us to their homes for meals and showers. We were really touched by this spontaneous kindness.
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The Sailing Club Working Party
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Saving the Sails
This time the liability mess was much more complicated, we only knew that it certainly was not ours, and we determined to not hang around while it was sorted out. So we decided to explore the Norwegian coast eastwards, as a motor boat. This meant that we would take as many inner passages as possible and by so doing we discovered some glorious hidden places but the navigation was tricky in these ‘skerries’. If you can imagine a pepper pot sprinkling rocks in the water, some of which show above the surface but most are just below; then those are ‘skerries’ and there or lots of them along this coast. Our first step was Forsund, a picturesque town behind skerries. However, we quickly learned our first lesson about navigating in the skerries. Never try to take a short cut!  
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Leaving Forsund Just Before We Missed the Branch
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Ending up in a Maze of Rocks
We realised that we had missed branching off the main channel but since the secondary channel was parallel to the main one and in plain view for a while, rather than going back we thought that we would cut across to get back on track. Big mistake!

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Blue Track - Arriving in Forsund and Red Track Leaving!
We found ourselves in a maze of semi-submerged and submerged rocks and had to retrace our path, greatly humbled.

Because we did not have a mast we were able to take an inside passage to Mandal that used a recently opened canal which had been built to save motor boats from having to navigate the notorious Cape Lindesnes.
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The Inner Passage to Mandal
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The Canal at Spangereid
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Lookout Above Mandal
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Mandal
The leg to Kristiansand passes through the Hellesund passage which contains a very special place. It is an enclosed basin that is entered through a cleft in the rock which is only slightly wider than the width of the boat, you would not know it was there without a chart and even then you can sail right by. It is quite eerie to sail the boat into this narrow cleft and see markings on the walls made by sailors years ago.
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Entering Ny Hellerund
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Calling Cards
We had hoped to stop here for lunch but the mooring rings were all taken and it was too deep to anchor, so we pushed on along this fascinating route to Kristiansand.
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Port of Kristiansand
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Kristiansand
We had hoped that by the time we reached this town the fight over who was liable to replace our mast would have been resolved and if it was the mast supplier then we would have sailed on to Oslo. But nothing had been resolved so we decided to sail back to Stavanger while the weather was good and leave the boat there for the winter. Naively assuming that the matter would be resolved in the near future and the work could be done in time for the next season.

So a fabulous year of adventure, exploring and fascinating cruising ended on a bit of a sour note.

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The South-western Baltic

31/12/2008

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After our #sail cruise up the West Coast of Sweden and to the North-East of the Baltic  Baltic Sweden and Finland we decided that we would cruise the South-western Baltic, i.e. Southern Denmark, Germany and the South coast of Sweden. Although this is the most populated part of the Baltic, there are still many quiet and beautiful places for a #dreamchaser. Of course every area has a rich and diverse history. For the complete route, go to  Google Earth (and remember to tick the boxes in 'Temporary Places') When you scroll over a yellow push pin the log book entry will come up.
The South-Western Baltic
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We started down the Lillebaelt, the name given to the passage between the mainland of Jylland and Funen the westernmost of the two main islands of Denmark. Each side of this waterway is punctuated with inlets sheltering small towns nestling in a green and pleasant land. Looking at the map you may think that this a sheltered waterway but the reality is that it funnels the wind and can be quite breezy. Good #sailing, if it is blowing in the direction that you wish to go!

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Turning east we followed the coasts of the two big islands, Funen and Zejland, picking our way around many tiny islands and finding small villages and some bigger towns. Midsummer’s Day found us in Nyord where the festival was celebrated with a bonfire on a floating raft in the harbour (quite close to us!). To enjoy a midsummer’s night gently rocking in the cockpit, listening to the music by the glowing embers of the bonfire is a #liveaboard experience we will remember for the rest of our lives.
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At the end of this passage we circumnavigated the island of Møn with its shallow, shifting channels to the West and the impressive white cliffs to the East. From here we went along the North German coast from Rostock (Warnemȕnde) to the Polish border. This has been the German Riviera for many years. The Prussian kings made the island of Rȕgen their summer resort and the main town of Bergen still shows the grand elegant building of a German Golden Age.

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At Rügen one can turn inland to an area called the Hiddensee a little known area of interconnected lakes and rivers running to the Polish border. Here you come across the ancient Hanseatic town of Stralsund, sadly badly damaged in World War 2 but raised again and very interesting. A little further on is the more sinister Peenemünde where V1 and V2 rockets were developed and manufactured; now a museum. All the places along this coast have been greatly restored since reunification of Germany and the German Riviera is back.
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Leaving Germany we went north to the island of Bornholm, passing on our way Hitler’s huge 10,000 apartment holiday resort , at Prora, for the Party faithful. Bornholm is an outlier of Denmark and is a flagship of a greener ‘smart-grid’ world. This scheme is part of ‘Eco Grid EU’ that involves switching all cars on the island to electric and using their batteries each night as grid storage. Innovation is not limited to industry for there are numerous artists and galleries throughout.

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The southern coast of Sweden between Simrishamn and Karlskrona is a quiet coast with lots to explore. The sparsely populated island of Hanö had sculptures strategically placed around it creating multiple surprises as we hiked around it. Karlskrona has been the headquarters of the Swedish Navy for centuries and as such is packed with interesting maritime history. Approaching it one passes the area of numerous foreign submarine intrusions made famous by Kurt Wallander in his novel ‘The Troubled Man’. Kungsholm Fortress with its walled harbour is a ‘must see’.

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_We came back to circle the Danish islands of Falster and Lolland on our way back to the German coast. Lolland is famous for its ‘Hydrogen Community’. This is a wind generated power system that stores electricity by manufacturing hydrogen by electrolysis and then converting it back to electricity when the wind is not blowing by the use of fuel cells. We Travelled East this time into the Kieler Bucht, the headquarters of the German Navy, with famous place names everywhere. Entering the bay we passed the impressive U-Boat Memorial to 35,000 sailors lost at sea with an example of their iron coffins at the base.

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From here we went north up the coast of Schleswig Holstein, territory that has gone back and forth between Denmark and the German Principalities for centuries. We closed the loop at Middlefart and so back to Århus that we had left 4 months earlier.

Cruising the Baltic always leaves you with the feeling that so many interesting places were passed by and your head is so full of new facts and experiences. You need a #retirement winter to reflect and relive it all.

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The Scandinavian and Finnish Cruise route

31/12/2007

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2007 was our most ambitious cruise, we set out to explore the lesser known watery byways of Scandinavia and search for adventure. We discovered it in spades and started a love affair with these northern waters and peoples. Our enthusiasm was infectious for family and friends all wanted part of the action so that we ended up with multiple rendezvous’ to pick up visitors for a couple of weeks each.
Our route is shown on the following link to Google Earth. You will have to zoom in and out quite a bit as there is a great deal of  detail and make sure that the boxes in 'Temporary Places" are ticked. The 2007 Cruising Route

We first did a circuit around, Sjælland Denmark to our first rendezvous in København.
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2007 Season Part 1
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The Great Belt Bridge - Now to find the right span.
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Kerteminde
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Kalvehave - Fishing Nets Drying
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Nyord
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Nyord - Famous General Store
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Fossil Hunting on Mon Klint
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Nyord - The Locals
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Just Married, Mon Style
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Kobenhavn - A lively berth
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Changing of the Guard
Then up the west coast of Sweden to Oslo, Norway where we looked up old friends that we had not seen for 52 years!
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2007 Season Part 2
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Marstrand's Narrow Passage
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Fjallbacka
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Fjallbacka - Path to the Clifftop
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Hanko - Navigational Challenges
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A Tradition of Polar Explorers
Then back down the coast and across the centre of Sweden via Lake Vänern and the Göta Canal to the east coast to make our next rendezvous on the canal. Into the Baltic and up the east coast through the archipelago to Stockholm where the Tall Ships Regatta was just arriving.
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2007 Season Part 3
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Buvika Anchorage
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Idyllic anchorage on Lake Vannern
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Buvika
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The Gota Canal - Godhogens Locks
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Waiting to Pass at Nassjon
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Sjobacka on the Gota Canal
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At the Highest Point of the Canal
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Gathering Flowers Along the Route
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All Downhill Now
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Ramon Island - too good to Leave.
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Through the Baggens Staket - Back Door to Stockholm
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Stockholm
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Typical Swedish Architecture, Stockholm
Then on northwards and across the Gulf of Bothnia to the little known Åland Islands where a Viking gathering complete battle was occurring. Then through the Finnish islands and across the Gulf of Finland to Tallin in Estonia, mooring next to the Olympic Flame from the 1980 Games. Our next rendezvous was in Helsinki, Finland. We had contemplated sailing to St. Petersburg, Russia but the paperwork was so horrendous compared with catching the train that we left the boat behind and took the train for an unforgettable few days. Back then to exploring the islands around Helsinki before our next rendezvous in Tallin.

 
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2007 Season Part 4
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Feeling Small in the Yxlan Passage
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A Viking Fair in the Aland Islands
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In the Hold of a Cape Horner - the Pommern
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A Finnish Summer Home on One of the Thousands of Islands
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Tallin, Estonia - World Heritage City
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Helsinki Yacht Club
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The Deepest Metro in the World - St. Petersberg
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Potemkin - St. Petersberg
We had planned to return by way of Riga, Latvia to Sweden but strong westerly gales were forecast for the next two weeks which would have meant that we were navigating shallow, shelving lee shores. So we decided that it was wiser to return the way that we had come. However ,the Göta Canal was now closed for the winter and we had therefore to circumnavigate southern Sweden. This turned out to be a wise decision as even the coastal route had its challenges with the weather that late in the season.

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2007 Season Part 5
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Moja Kyrkviken - Swedish Archipelago
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A tricky Passage to Arkosund
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Kalmar Castle
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Saying hello to Hans Christian Andersen - Kobenhavn
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Kristianshavn
We closed the loop at København, which was our next rendezvous. Then we sailed around the north coast of Sjaelland in very stormy weather to complete the cruise back in Århus almost exactly 6 months from when we started.
 
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2007 Season Part 6
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Kronborg (Hamlet's Elsinor) Castle
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Rodvig
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Storm Bound at Nyrup
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Sunrise. Looking for the passage off Klintebgjerg
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Wind Turbine Blades - One of Many Unusual Cargos
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Approaching Aarhus and the End of the Season
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Putting Enterprise to Bed for the Winter
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And so to Bed....
Every day was an experience and many were very exciting. The route took us to places that felt isolated and unspoiled, for we were often the only boat there. The sailing season in these northern latitudes tends to centre on mid-summer (21 June) and by the end of August many facilities are shut for the winter; not that that prevents use of the docks. Apart from the weather deteriorating in September, we experienced the sudden fogs that are typical of the early October period.
It was a fabulous year and every leg deserves a chapter on its own.
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Biscay to the Baltic

30/12/2006

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After spending the 2005 sailing season on the French Biscay coast with its Mediterranean climate (at least in the summer) we were curious to move on to explore the Baltic.
Many sailors have preconceived notions about the Baltic as being cold and inhospitable so they gravitate to the South and become fixated on the Mediterranean. The consequence is that, at the height of the season, it is crowded and coastal villages that are sleepy and unspoiled for 8 months of the year become tourist zoos for the summer months.
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Locmiquélic, Brittany
 So, we had made up our minds to travel North in 2006 to the ‘Lands of the Midnight Sun’.
The full ship's log and route can be seen by following this link to Google Earth (you have to have the free software installed on your device), Locmiquélic to Haarlem Apr 7 - Jul 16 2006 and Haarlem to Aarhus 1 Sept'06 - 26 Sept'06 (Depending on your browser, you may find that these two links just download a file that you then have to open) Make sure that you have the ‘temporary places’ box ticked when the Google Earth file opens. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open log entries.
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The Overall Route From Locmiquélic, Brittany to Århus, Denmark
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Our Destination - Ã…rhus Denmark
As soon as my winter work for the ‘oil patch’ was over we travelled back to England on March 18 to pick up our car from where it had been left for the winter. Then drove to Locmiquélic, on the estuary of the Blavat River leading to Lorient, where Enterprise awaited us at her mooring.
All was well, except for a letter pinned to the mast asking us to call Customs in Vannes. The French Customs also act as a sort of taxation police, they dress like police and travel around looking for any tax infringements as well as customs duties. So, our hearts sank when we saw the letter but decided to worry about that later.
 It was glorious weather and very quiet, for we were far too early for the sailing season. Finally, ship shape and provisioned, we cast off on the 7 April for our trip to the Baltic.
Across from Locmiquelic are the old U-boat pens. We had visited the ones at Bordeaux in the previous year and seen the ones at Brest. We would visit the ones at St. Nazaire and at LaRochelle/Pallice in the coming years. These are massive structures with roofs 2 metres thick; virtually impervious to the tons of bombs that were rained down on them. Like many of the bunkers built by the Nazis with forced labour, the designs were ingenious and indestructible: which makes it a problem to get rid of them. Cities have tried hard to repurpose them but they always have a massive foreboding air about them.

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Departure from Locmiquélic
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Paul Gauguin, Moulin à Pont-Aven (1894) on the Odet River
But nothing could dampen our spirits on that April morning as we sailed on down past the old fort of La Citadelle in Port-Louis. We were the only sailing boat out and the weather was perfect. We were making our way to Benodet at the mouth of the Odet River. Now this is a place that we would avoid in the summer because its beauty draws tourists and sailors by the thousands but now we had it all to ourselves, except for the hundreds of boats sat at their winter moorings. We felt that we were seeing South Brittany as it would have been before Paul Gaugin made it famous and the railways brought the tourists. It was magical.

The next day we continued west around the headland of Penmarc’h to our next stop at Audierne. Penmarc’h is a formidable headland with scattered rocks way out to sea. We have passed it several times and it is always rough as currents clash here but we have usually been accompanied by porpoises playing around our bow and this time was no exception.
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The Headland of Penmarc’h
Audierne, which is up a river and can only be reached at high tide, is a convenient place to wait for the right moment to tackle the next stage, the ill-reputed Raz de Sein. Once again, we were the only sailboat to enter the port and all was locked up on the pontoons. Therefore, we strolled through town with the locals and explored the shops at our leisure. We even questioned why we were heading to the Baltic; however, in life you have to keep on moving to see around the next corner.
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Audierne at High Tide
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The Tidal Access to Audierne
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Locmiquélic to Morlaix
Raz de Sein, like all places with a bad reputation, is not so bad if you get the weather and timing right, then you wonder why the place got its reputation. That is how it was for us the next day when we turned North and shot through the gap doing 9 knots; but one month afterwards the President of Michelin Tire together with his companion was drowned right there, while fishing. The Raz de Sein is described in much more detail in our 2011 blog when we were coming the other way.

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The Fearsome Raz du Sein
 We had passed through on the last of the north going current so soon had to fight the current across the Baie de Douarnez, which was anticipated, but with the wind piping up to Force 3 against the tide it became a long, uncomfortable slog in a confused sea. The town of Douarnez has an interesting history as the birthplace of the sardine canning industry. When Napoléon was at his apogee, he needed a method of preserving food to feed his huge army, so a competition was launched to find such a method. It was won by Nicolas Appert in 1810 with a preserving method using sealed glass jars. For the sardine fishing fleet in Douarnez, fishing in these waters, this was a godsend for getting their product to new markets and sardine canning factories were established. Ten years later, with developments in tin plating and the invention of the can opener, the glass jars were dispensed with and canned sardines, as we know them today, were born. Today the industry is no more in Douarnez, having moved to more lucrative fishing grounds.
At Camaret we were the only yacht in the marina, it felt very odd.
 The next day we had a bit of a challenge for we had to sail through the Chenal du Four. Like the Raz du Sein it is all about weather and timing, but it is long, so if you get it right at the southern end, the tide is turning in a place where the currents split, and that always makes for a turbulent sea. The forecast was for the weather to deteriorate but not until after we should be through.

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Our Passage Through the Southern End of the Chenal du Four
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The Lighthouse Le Four
Well, it did not go quite as smoothly as that for the wind started building against us and slowing us down when we were about one third through, so that by the time that we were off the Le Four lighthouse the sea was very turbulent with over 2 metre wave height. The scene was gothic with jagged rocks, somehow made more ominous by the lighthouse, white water all around and foam being whipped off the waves by the wind. There was no danger as long as one kept a cool head but it would be easy to be intimidated and panic. Once around the corner and approaching Aber Wrac’h the sea moderated and we negotiated our way into the tricky entrance and picked up a mooring buoy where we waited out the approaching gale for a day before sailing on to Morlaix.
We had two urgent things to do once we had arrived in Morlaix; one was to meet our son and granddaughter in Paris but for that we needed our car which was back in Locmiquélic. So, the other thing was to get back to Locmiquelic.
Now all through our cruising life on Enterprise we operated on the basis of having a car available to explore the countryside and cities away from the coast. First, we would usually use it to get to the last place we had left the boat and then sail away and leave it, sometimes for months, until we reached a place where it would be useful, then we travelled back to pick it up. However, it is often easier said than done because to get from one fishing village to another by public land transport is often very convoluted. This is particularly so in France for the main transportation links all radiate from Paris like a giant octopus and trying to cross from one leg to another is always difficult and sometimes impossible. On several occasions it was quicker to go into Paris and out again even though it was hundreds of kilometres longer. So, it took us a whole day with two train rides, two bus rides, a ferry ride and a fair amount of walking to get back to the car in this case.

It was always worth it to have a car occasionally, for when driving through the countryside we would always find interesting places way off the beaten track. This car journey to Paris took us through Villedieu-les-Poêles, a town built on the manufacture of copper cooking pots, to the Bayeux Tapestry, then to Monet’s garden at Giverney.
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The Bayeaux Tapestry
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Villedieu-les-Poêles
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Givernay
Finally to the elegant town of Chantilly where the upper crust of Parisians went to the races. Arriving at Charles de Gaulle Airport there was a precursor of things to come when part of it was suddenly shut down due to a terrorist scare.
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Chantilly Racetrack with the Château in the Background
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Chantilly Château
We had spent 3 months in the winter of 1983 in Paris, so we knew our favourite places and made the most of the 3 days that we had. 
Top of the list was the Gobelins tapestry works which is still working in the same way that it did 300 years ago and on some of the same equipment. This is part of the French Government’s effort to keep up the old artisanal skills. They do carpets as well as tapestry and a person can work for 7 years on one carpet. This place is only open for guided tours three times a week and you have to book ahead.
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The Gobelins Workshops
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A "high-warp" (haute lisse) Loom.
The second priority was to take one of the hundreds of guided walking tours available. We took the one in the Palais de Justice where the French legal system was explained and several court rooms, with trials in progress, were visited. The court room where Marie Antoinette was tried has hardly changed since that time. We could imagine the offices of the famous Maigret right here on the Quai des Orfèvres side of the Palais.
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Palais de Justice
It was a lovely interlude before we saw our son and granddaughter off to Barcelona. I took the train back to the Enterprise in Morlaix and June took the ferry to England to visit old friends for a couple of weeks. Waiting for the train at Montparnasse Station I was looking for something to read and bought a magazine with an article about an American senator who was making waves but nobody outside the US had heard of him. I realise now that the article was pre-publicity for his new book that was to cause a sensation in the US in August. ‘The Audacity of Hope’ by Barack Obama.

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Back at the boat there was a long list of items to be attended to, including extra handholds around the hood (lessons from experience in heavy weather) and  extra rails at the back of the cockpit for the BBQ and the outboard motor.
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Extra Rails for BBQ and Outboard
As soon as June returned from England with the car it was also time to tackle that annoying letter from the French Customs that had greeted us when we arrived back to Locmiquélic. Their office was in Vannes, a 3-hour drive away. After much interrogation they said that the boat had been in France for a year and therefore required a 'passport' for tax purposes regardless of whether we were on it or not. Actually, the taxes on the boat for 2005 were zero but they were still going to fine me 300 Euros for not having a 'passport'. They were determined to get money out of us one way or another. Then, because the boat was now outside their District, we would have to go to the office in Brest to get the 'passport'. Finally, I got back to the boat at 21:00 feeling  very much down. A few days later we drove to Brest to visit the Customs Office who were appalled that we had been fined by the Vannes District; they said that a ‘Passport’ was not necessary and they were not going to issue one; we should forget the whole thing and enjoy our cruise. Our first big lesson in French bureaucracy. We benefited from that lesson when we changed our car registration to France from the UK. “There are so many regulations that one has to turn a blind eye to some or nothing would ever get done.” That  was the lesson that we had learned.
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The Route from Morlaix to Le Havre
We finally cast off from Morlaix on 26 May heading for Le Havre by way of Port Blanc, St. Peter Port, Cherbourg, St. Vaast, Grandcamp-Maisy, Courseulles and Dives-sur-Mer. This was our next rendezvous for we had agreed to crew for a friend on a cruise from Le Havre to the Scilly Isles and back to Falmouth. We were in the lock for 7:00 and sailed down the river on the rising tide to anchor in the Oyster beds until the tidal streams were right. At 13:00 we weighed anchor to carry on. By 1700 the wind really got up and we gave up the target of the Île-de-Bréhat and ran into Port Blanc (see our first experience in Port Blanc in 2004) but there was a very strong current to beat to get in. It was rough in there which gave us trouble picking up the mooring buoy and we had to launch the dinghy to do so. Finally we got it secured to the stern but before we could work it around to the bow, we swung into a neighbouring boat and smashed our port bow light. We eventually got the mooring line to the bow and things settled down. A very uncomfortable evening tossing about but June managed to cook supper. We both crashed with exhaustion to wait out the storm for a day at the mooring.
On across the Baie de St. Malo to St. Peter Port, Guernsey where we waited to pass through the lock to tie up in the Inner Harbour. This is where all the main events in recent history have occurred; the evacuation, the arrival of the Nazis a few days later in 1940 that preceded the dark years of occupation, then the liberation in 1945.
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Sunrise at St. Peter Port Guernsey
There is a brass plaque on the harbour wall commemorating the events. If you have watched the movie The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society you would recognize the harbour. We had visited the harbour several times on different boats but this time we decided to stay over for 3 days to explore the island and buy and install a new bow light. We were a bit disappointed with the island as it has been a bit overdeveloped and seemed to us like one big suburban sprawl.
However, the coast lines are beautiful and on the West coast is the island of Lihou that can be reached by an ancient stone causeway at low tide. It is now a nature reserve and, as we stood on the coast looking out to the broad Atlantic, we recalled a night in 1993 when, during a tough passage from Poole to St. Malo and just 2 nautical miles from where we were standing, the engine failed. After a very uncomfortable struggle we discovered that a plastic bag had blocked the water intake; that brought home to us how polluted the oceans were.
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Memories of a 1993 Cruise
The next leg to Cherbourg requires precise timing for the currents are extremely strong such that a sail boat cannot possibly fight them. So, at 08:15 we sailed out into the Little Russell channel, then into the Great Russell before threading the eye of the needle of the Alderney Race, around Cap de La Hague and on to Cherbourg. Our 2004 cruise blog describes this section in detail; this time it all went according to plan.
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Barfleur Light - Our Saviour in 2004
Then on to St. Vaast-la-Hougue, passing by the Barfleur lighthouse that had been our life-saving beacon in 2004.  A very hot day. All the pontoons covered in bird shit. We were to learn the small signs of how well a marina is managed before you even tie up at the dock. When you have several marinas to choose from that can be handy but usually there is no choice.
The marina is in a  small fishing port with fishing boats lined up against the harbour wall. The men working on them provide quite a show for strollers. A working town, full of life. We sat near the boat and had a drink in the sun.
But the village has a secret; it is home to one of the finest, epicurian grocery stores in France, La Maison Gosselin. All cruising boats in these waters make a point of calling here to stock up on the finer things of life that only the French can produce. We went there and spent far more than we intended, as everyone does.
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 Then it was time for the lock to open and we set off for Grandcamp-Maisy. A most perfect sail. Wind abeam and doing 6 knots. Straight through the lock on our arrival at 1800. Grandcamp-Maisy is located between Utah Beach and Omaha beaches of the D-Day landing on 6 June 1944  and held a real secret, for just outside of town was a huge buried Nazi command complex. Although the surface gun emplacements were known, the vast underground complex was unknown to the Allies and even to the locals. Built in particular secrecy, and under strict security, using forced labor brought in from the Soviet Union, Czechoslovakia and Poland. After the war the entrance was buried and the place forgotten for 70 years until it was rediscovered in the very year of 2006.
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The Maisy Battery Site Under Excavation
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The Rediscovery of the Vast Underground Complex at Grandcamp-Maisy
Omaha Beach was the bloodiest of all the landings because although planes dropped 13,000 bombs before the landing: they completely missed their targets; intense naval bombardment still failed to destroy German emplacements at the Maisy Battery and Pointe du Hoc. I had explored these beaches a few years before and when you see these fortifications with their 2 m thick concrete, like the U-boat pens, it is not surprising. The result was that Omaha Beach became a horrific killing zone, with the wounded left to drown in the rising tide.

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A great sail to Courseulles with the genoa poled out. We got the spinnaker out and rigged but by the time that we were ready to fly it the wind had changed. An excellent day. We had not planned to arrive on the 62 Anniversary of the Canadians landing on these beaches, code named Juno. There were lots of veterans in uniforms around and at the Canadian Museum there were ceremonies and speeches. Then we walked along a beautiful sandy beach; it was hard to put oneself in that moment in 1944.

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Juno Beach Defences
The connected trenches and fortified command post with good views of the beach are still there and show how well prepared the Nazis were. The Allies had decided to invade at low tide even though it made the beach very much wider. It was a trade-off because the beach defences were then visible so could be neutralised for the second wave. Also, the enemy would not expect an invasion at that time. So many people died here to cross that wide beach.
Another lovely summer day and we set out for Dives – Port Normande. A wonderful sail. An interesting approach. It looks as if you are going to sail right up onto the beach and then you suddenly turn to starboard and follow a dredged channel through a gap that opens up and there is a lock to enter into a huge new harbour.

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Dives Approach 1
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Dives Approach 2
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Dives Approach 3
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Dives Approach 4
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Dives Approach 5
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Our Antique Compass
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Dives Harbour
We tied up next to a Dutch couple of our vintage and spent time talking to them. They had exactly the same antique compass that we had! The harbour was surrounded with new apartment blocks. Many units were still empty.
 There is so much to see that we decided to stay a second night. It is just like a movie set of a 20/30's movie. The buildings survived the war and are, in their way, fascinating. It was from the harbour of Dives-sur-Mer that William the Conqueror set out on the Norman Conquest of England in 1066. A monumental plaque in the church lists the companions of the Conqueror.
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The Medieval Wooden Market Hall
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June Exploring Dives
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Dives
Locked out of Dives at 1100 and turned for Honfleur. The wind really came up and there was a strong current behind us. Scooted along at 8+ knots. Veered off up the Seine for Honfleur. However, we had not done our homework on the Seine currents and they turned against us before we reached Honfleur such that we were just crawling along and in danger of missing the lock to get in. So, we turned around and sailed back down and crossed over to the other side for Le Havre. We stupidly missed a Cardinal and sailed over a sandbank area. We did touch bottom but did not go aground; that would have been serious on a falling tide. A ridiculous, unnecessary error. There was a cruise ship coming out of Le Havre as we were going in, which is always interesting, like sailing very close to a moving skyscraper.
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Our Seine Estuary Error
The next day was fine so we decided to go to Morlaix and bring up the car. We found that it was impossible to go directly and we had to catch a train to Paris, St. Lazarre. Cross the city to Gare Montparnasse and catch a train to Rennes, then a train from Rennes to Morlaix!
 We walked some of the way across Paris which was full of flowers in boxes and cool in the shade of the big old trees. Sat and had lunch before catching a #94 bus to Montparnasse. We arrived in Morlaix at about 20:30. What a day. The car was fine and we immediately set out for Le Havre. Arrived at about 1:00 am. So much for the efficient but very centralised transportation system.
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The Centralized Transportation System
We researched where we could leave the car for the next 6 weeks, a skill that we were starting to hone, for standard parkades are far too expensive; marinas are usually OK since they are used to people being away for a 2- or 3-week cruise but sometimes they have events scheduled for their parking lots. We found that places that store holiday trailers in the winter are usually empty and cheap in the summer. However, they are usually out of town and require a long taxi journey to reach them. So, when that is factored in, we opted for an in-city parkade this time. A few days later our friend’s boat arrived and we set off in it to sail to the Scilly Isles; but that is another story. If you are interested in our cruise to the Scilly Isles click on this Google Earth link. (Depending on your browser, you may find that these two links just download a file that you then have to open). Make sure that you have the ‘temporary places’ box ticked when it is open. Clicking on the yellow push pins will open log entries. 

PictureLe Havre After the Bombing of September 1944
We have all heard of the bombing of Dresden but few have heard of the bombing of Le Havre in September 1944 when 5,000 men , women and children were killed by Allied bombs for a very dubious military advantage. Many feel that it was a war crime.
In 1949 I went to Le Havre on a student exchange as part of a programme to rebuild ties between the UK and Europe after the war years of hate propaganda and devastation wrought by the Allies. The old city near the docks was just a wasteland of rubble with a couple of new buildings under construction.

 I did not realise that the City was the focus of an ambitious new urban planning project by a famous architect Auguste Perret. Today it has become a World Heritage Site for its achievements, both in architecture and planning.
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Le Havre Town Hall
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Le Havre Rose Coloured Concrete
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Le Havre Residential Building
I was sceptical, having images of concrete buildings from the ‘60s that are rust stained and crumbling but Le Havre has been well maintained and is on a different level. It is indeed an impressive city and we felt that we should have spent more time there.
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Le Havre Cathederal Tower
Arriving back early in the morning of 2 July by the night ferry from our cruise to the Scilly Isles and Cornwall we cast off and were on our way to Denmark by 11:15. This would be a different sort of challenge to our trip South down the western side of the English Channel in 2004. It is similarly strewn with sandbanks, somewhat more extensive, but there are less conveniently placed ports in the first part of the trip. ‘Convenient’ to a sailor means that the window for tidal access (if there are locks, sills or bars) is such that you can enter and exit to catch the tidal streams in the right direction. If there is not sufficient time between earliest exit and latest arrival then you are stuck with fighting the tidal current until the next port.
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The Alabaster Coast
Our first destination was Fécamp, about 7 hours sailing away along what is called the ‘Alabaster Coast’ on account of its high white cliffs. This is a fishing port located in a river valley that cuts through the cliffs and like so many of these ports has had to reinvent itself with the demise of fishing.
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The Home of Bénédictine at Fécamp
For us, with or draft of 1.43m, we could enter at all states of the tide (provided that the dredging was up to date). These high white cliffs are a geological extension of the white cliffs of the Jurassic coast and the Isle of Wight on the Southern English coast and that remained after the Atlantic Ocean had broken through. Approaching from the sea the first thing that comes into view is the ancient Benedictine Monastery perched on the cliff top and famous the world over for its liqueur.
Le Tréport was the next port, about 38nm away. We could have gone for Dieppe but that was not quite far enough. Like Fécamp, Tréport is a former fishing port located in a river valley that cuts through the cliffs. However, this port was more problematic as there was a bit of a bar at the entrance and the depth contours on the chart did not match those in the Almanac; it all sounded as if the dredging was not up to date. Okay at high tide but a possible problem at anything less than half tide.
Furthermore, there were lock gates to the marina as the harbour dries at low tide so you have to get both the tidal window and lock gate times right.
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The Anchorage at Le Tréport
So, we set off as early as possible to catch the flood tidal current up the coast on a very hot still day so it was engine all the way. By the time that we got to Le Tréport we felt that there was not enough water at the entrance to get in. Consequently, we anchored off shore near the cliffs. Enterprise wallowed all night. June was up several times checking the depth of water. It was not a good place to anchor, off a steep shingle beach without a lot of confidence in the holding ground. Such nights are always very disturbed.
So, it was with relief that we raised the anchor at 06:30 even though the tide would turn against us part way through the day.
It would have been interesting to enter the estuary of the Somme but it is very shallow at low tide and the marina is a long way in. No matter how we crunched the numbers, getting in and out would not work. We had planned to drop anchor when the tide turned and wait out the tide, but at that point there was no suitable place to anchor so we pushed on against the current. The whole day was spent dodging fishing boats that were dragging light trawl nets, we must have hit a time when the conditions were ideal for the fishing fleet.
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La Baie de Somme, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
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The Somme Estuary at Low Tide
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Canadian Dead After the Dieppe Raid
This coast is so steeped in the history of the 20th century that one could stop at every port and spend days. Yesterday we had passed Dieppe which was the site of the disastrous landing of August 1942.

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Painting of a Welsh Attack in The Battle of the Somme - National Gallery of Wales
Then the infamous Somme River with its slaughter of epic proportions in the First World War and its 1 million casualties and then the equally infamous Étaples army base where one of the hushed-up mutinies of the same war occurred.
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John Lavery's painting of the Hospital Cemetery at Étaples - 11,658 Dead
All this coast was part of the ‘Atlantic Wall” and heavily fortified by the Nazis. Today many blockhouses have fallen from their cliff top perches and are being slowly swallowed by the sea and sand.
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Bunker Reclaimed by the Sea
Boulogne is a tidal port and to reach the marina you must lock in. However, there are tidal pontoons that avoid having to lock in and that is where we went as we wanted to get away early to catch the tidal current going North. We found this location to be a rather depressing place next to an abandoned ferry dock that is rotting away. When the Channel Tunnel was completed there were far too many ferries for the remaining traffic and a brutal shakedown of the industry ensued. Boulogne missed out while Calais remains busy; similar situations exist everywhere we go, where an industry declines and the towns are left stranded. Local tragedies that most of us never see.
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The pontoons for visitors were at the base of an intimidating dock structure, I always dislike these situations when you are up against the dark underside of a dock with the noise and slosh of the water at low tide. We did not explore the town, which was perhaps a pity because it has a long and interesting history, but it was raining hard and we were to cast off at 04:45 the next morning, July 4, to catch the tidal current. These early starts are always a little intimidating and this was particularly so; we felt like we were the only persons awake as we cast off from that ominous dark underside of the dock and motored passed the rows of silent boats.

Sailing North from Boulogne the Channel narrows considerably and it is necessary to take an in-shore route to avoid the busy traffic lanes although this means that there are plenty of well marked sandbanks. Just after Cap Gris Nez we sailed past the village of Wissant. This was the Nazi headquarters for lobbing shells across the Channel; a practice that they kept up for nearly 4 years! Dodging lots of fishing boats again today, not surprising as Boulogne has an active fishing fleet.
Motor sailing again. With the current at first but then it turned and the last bit was a battle. Arriving in Calais there are harbour traffic lights that prevent entry if a ferry is leaving, once through those there is a lifting bridge to wait for before reaching the marina. A busy port with ferries coming and going all the time.
This is where Julius Cesar assembled his legions for the invasion of Britania; Calais has been the centre of battles over the centuries. It was conquered by the English in 1346 and remained English until it was retaken by the French in 1558. History repeated itself in 1805 when Napolean assembled his army here for the invasion of England which he later aborted. Then in 1940 the retreating British Forces held out here against the Nazi army and in the the process Calais was totally destroyed. Then after liberation it was bombed by the Allies by mistake! Currently it is in the news as the centre for refugees trying to get to England. The city was rebuilt in  the utilitarian, concrete  style of the 1950's but without the  flair of Le Havre.
In the evening we went to see the semi final of the World Cup; France against Portugal, at the yacht club. The place was jammed with very rowdy people and when France won there was risk of serious damage to the building. The whole town erupted in car horns blowing. The next day my brother and his wife passed through Calais on their way back to England and we toured the city with them. It was a surprise to come accross Yvonne and Charles de Gaulle strolling in a city square but then we were not aware of his connection to Calais. However, in Parc Richlieu we bumped into him again but this time with Churchill!
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De Gaulle and Churchill Walk Towards France
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Yvonne & Charles De Gaulle
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Auguste Rodin - Burghers of Calais
The ‘must see’ item in Calais is of course Rodin’s statue of The Burghers of Calais which impressed us, as all Rodin statues do, with the power of the emotions emitted by the stone or bronze. The city was impressive with its well-kept parks and floral displays.
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Traffic at a Moment in Time on AIS
Up promptly to catch the bridge opening at 08:05. Hovered with about 12 other yachts, then we were through and off to Belgium. This section of the Channel is so narrow with so much traffic that a special control procedure is in place. All commercial traffic travelling North must report to the French Traffic Control with origin, destination, details of cargo and number of persons aboard; Travelling South they report into British Traffic Control. It is fascinating to listen in to this and hear all the different cargoes and exotic destinations, it makes all those passing vessels have a real personality. A surprising thing to us was the few people on board some very large vessels.
As we approached the Belgium border the French customs boat came out and hovered on our tail, probably checking up on us through our MMSI number but they did not board us. Then they went off to another yacht that they did board. We had been told that having an MMSI number and transmitting that number via AIS would reduce the hassle from customs police and it seemed to work here and latter in the River Elbe. This was to be a day of sandbars in the Scheldt Estuary.
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Traffic Control Lanes in this Area
This is an area that seems to get very little exposure and yet has been the scene of great events. The Estuary is the main route to Antwerp and Rotterdam and branches off here from the traffic lanes continuing North to Hamburg and the Baltic. Just at this junction, less than 4 years earlier at Hinder Junction, a container ship ( the Tricolor) had rammed into the back of a car carrier which sank in 90 minutes taking 2,800 high-end cars down with it.
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The Tricolor
As if that was not enough, two days later another cargo vessel (the Nicola)  ran aground on the sunken hull of the car carrier!
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The Nicola
 The incident triggered a lot of publicity about the lax standards in commercial shipping and the large number of near misses. There is a tendency to think that because a vessel is large it must be meticulously navigated but after reading the reports on this accident, we always assumed that there was no lookout on these large ships. In fact, the situation gets worse with auto navigation because it breeds an over confidence and yachts are often virtually invisible from the bridges of these large vessels.
The coast today was low but heavily industrialised; we tried to imagine what it was like back in 1940 when it was mainly sand dunes covered with retreating soldiers and lines of desperate people out into the water waiting to be rescued. There are still wrecks along here but they are only visible at low tide.
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Thousands Waiting to be Rescued 1940
We were to explore this coast again in later years. We Arrived at Nieuwpoort at 17:00 but then another half hour to get to the visitors pontoons in the Novus Portus Magnus, a gigantic marina with 2,400 yacht berths, and then there are two smaller ones, The Nieuwpoort Yacht Club and the Belgian Air Force Club. Difficult to know what to do so we tied up at a vacant pontoon in the Air Force one and eventually had to move to another spot. There was a brisk cross wind and Enterprise is not easy to manoeuvre in tight spaces. These marinas have been carved out of marshlands and there was no sign of a town nearby.
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Novus Portus, Nieuwpoort, Belgium
 We walked to a nearby village and found a poor, cheap grocery store. When we got to the cash desk, they would not take our French credit card (Carte Bleu) so we had to put most of the stuff back. Left with 6 euros in our pocket and a bad taste in our mouth. So, the day's impression of Belgium was rather negative but this is our only stop in the country so it did not matter.
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Vlissingen Marina
From Nieuwpoort we continued along the coast threading sandbanks and crossed over against a strong current to the Dutch Province of Zeeland where we locked into the inland navigation system at Vlissingen. It is always a source of amazement at how the world suddenly changes when you pass from open water to an inland, controlled water system. Everything that was so important like tides, currents and weather suddenly is not so important any more and attention turns to bridge opening times and lock times. We stayed the day in Vlissingen to do domestic stuff and 3 full loads of laundry. Nice facilities and our boat is close by them, for a change.
 Sat in the café next door and had coffee. Spoke to a fellow who was born in Southampton like us. After our jobs were done, we walked into the old town of Vlissingen. It was Sunday afternoon and the centre all go with jazz blaring out from a temporary hall on the town green. It was a fete day but many places were closed. We wandered around and found it fascinating. Found an internet place but it was closed on Sundays! Stopped at the Marina bar and had drinks with bitterballen. We rather like them but they only seem to be available in the Netherlands. In the evening I went back to the bar to see the Final of the World Cup. France versus Italy, a very exciting game ending in a penalty shoot out after extra time. Italy won 1 – 0 but there was not the excitement of Calais because we were no longer in France.
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Our Route Through Zeeland Vlissengen to Wemeldinge
We left Vlissingen at noon after buying groceries and charts to cover the next region. We did not have any info about the Dutch canal system until we reach Willemstad. We did very well under a baking sun all day. It exhausted me for on the inland waterways, you can't rely on the autohelm and must stand at the wheel all the time. Our route took us through 5 bridges between Vlissingen and the village of Middleburg and that was only 3 nm! No stopping but carried straight on to the Veere Meer and over into another canal and through a couple of sluis until we came out into the tidal Oosterschelde. Perfect timing. Then on to Wemeldinge. Current against us in this tidal water.
Lovely surprise for the marina was great, although quite large. We radioed in for a berth and were allocated F7, a pontoon with smooth easy access with electricity right next to the boat. Very efficient and convenient.

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Downtown Wemeldinge
Clouded over but hot and humid. Decided to spend another night here. After our showers we walked into the town of Wemeldigue, quite a long way by a path across the fields. Found a bibliotek for the internet but they were closed on Tuesdays! It is a pleasant, neat, tidy, organised town. In short, very Dutch. The town has well maintained houses organised on two streets and painted pink, green and yellow. The Netherlands never ceases to amaze.
Nowhere else, wherever we go, has this degree of exactness, precision, cleanliness and so on. In the afternoon we went to our bar and used their internet. We spent a good 3 hours sending email and organising our trip to England for my brother-in-law's 75th birthday party. They only charged us 5 euros for all that time; which was cheap compared to other places. Then we walked all around the headland on the dyke. It was very refreshing to have a breeze with the intense sun. Then back through town to buy phone cards and back to the boat and supper.
HOT: HOT Glaring sun all day from 8:00 the next day.  After breakfast it was 9:00 and we left the lonely spot called Welmeldinge. I would return as it was a very hospitable place. Then it was on to Krammersluisen where there was only a short wait before we were out again and on to Volkeraksluizen.
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Krammersluizen
The sheer size and complexity of the Dutch water system is one of the wonders of the world. It balances the flow of major rivers aginst the tides and surges of the North Sea while pumping huge areas to maintain watertable levels. When navigating the whole country on it from South to North you lose track of the balancing act of water levels that is taking place.
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Historic Willemstadt
Then it was on to Willemstad where we rafted up 3 deep. We took 9.5 hours for 23nm. The marina was packed.  We had a pre-prandial drink and then walked around Willemstad. It was like a page from a history book. Tidy etc. just like Wemeldinge. Any shops were not obvious, several restaurants all busy with tables outside.  We sat out in the main cabin where it was cooler.
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Willemstadt Showing Old Fortifications
We left to make the 10:13 bridge opening. It was a bit tricky to get out with all the rafting up. Then up the Hollands Diep before turning to port and into the river system. This took us into the Province of South Holland, a densely populated and more industrial province. The whole system around here is busy with big barges. The River Patrol stopped us and asked us to use the starboard side of the river (where we should have been anyway). Further on, we took a wrong channel, down the Oud Maas and did not realise it for a while before we had to backtrack to the main channel. Then there was a long wait (20 min) for a spoorbrug; Veerkeersbrug. These are always slow as they only open to the train timetable and not traffic demand. This area is very confusing with waterways everywhere.
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Finally, we took a humble entrance into Alblassadam with a little marina on the other side of a broken green bridge. Found a corner spot and neighbours helped us in. Another fellow explained how to get to an Albert Hein grocery store - they are everywhere.
Travelled from Alblassadam to Gouda. Neighbours helped us out again as there was a nasty cross wind. Pottered around to get the 10:13 spoorbrug opening. Tied up for a short while to wait for it. Once through another 9 bridges to go until we arrive in Gouda. This canal trip has taken us through all the different views of the Netherlands, industrial areas, recreational zones with their hundreds of dinghies whipping around, quiet rural suburbs and cities. We could have by-passed the recreational zone for there are several alternate routes but  I am glad that we have done it, but would not do it again.
The harbour at Gouda was full so we tied up to a big motor boat with a NZ couple on it. Nice to talk to them and went aboard for coffee. Then we walked around centre ville Gouda. A huge town square with a large church in it. The whole thing was cobbled. Enjoyed looking about us. Stopped for wine and bitterballen. Back to the boat late so supper was late. Buying packets of salad and vegetable salad as they keep better in this hot weather. Have to keep things simple. Everyday exhaustion hits us by bed time for it is so hot.
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Downtown Gouda with Cheese Sculpture
Travelled from Gouda to Lisse via Leiden - a heavy day in the heat with 19 bridges to get through. It seems that all our day was about bridges. A number of them were time specific but most of them opened when it suited them. It is the railway ones (spoorbruggen) that seem to cause the trouble.
 So it was one long slog with hot sun all day. Very little breeze. The cabin was 30+. Leiden has a network of canals in the city but there is only one way through for a vessel with a standing mast. We waited for ages at the first bridge until we realised that they waited to accumulate traffic and then opened for traffic in one direction and then the other. This was one time when we got a helpful response from Traffic Control on the VHF.
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Central Leiden
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The island Koudenhoorn in the Kaag lakes Recreation Area
A fellow called out to us from the bank at a sluis gate. He suggested that we go down the side channel to a small yacht club; he was the havenmeester and opened the sluis gate for us. We were sailing through fields in what felt like no more than a drainage ditch. Since this is the heart of the flower growing district, these fields would have been a mass of colour in the Spring but we were too late for that. He gave us a nice spot on the dock next to electricity for 8.5 Euros. Just ideal for us; we felt like we had been let into a private world.
Early evening when we got through the hassle of the recreational area of the Kaag Lakes (Zweiland, Eijmersppel & Kever) and we waited an hour for bridges 598 & 599, then looked for a nice haven. No luck so we continued to Lisse near to Lisserbrug, that would not open  again until 09:00.
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Flower Fields Near Lisse
We got away for the sluis and bridge opening at 09:00. Then 4 more bridges and we were back at Piet's yard, Harlemsche Jachtwerf, around 11:00, where it all began in 2003 when we came to see what we had bought. We met Piet's mother and a couple of other people that we knew from 2004 and they remembered us. Piet came aboard in the afternoon and we chatted. In the evening another guy came by who remembered us. It was all a bit like coming home. Today the cabin got to 35°C, the hottest yet.
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Back Where It All Began
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Barnacle Removal Time
We both slept well and the cabin began the day at 21°C. Got the power hose going in the morning and I did the deck. June ran around screwing and unscrewing stuff.  Piet wanted to take us out of the water today so we took the boat around to the ramp. She had lots of barnacles etc. over her bottom since she had spent the previous winter in the water. The anodes were well corroded so they are doing their job. He used his tractor to pull us out, then put us under a tree  so that we could get some shade. What a relief. It was another relentless day of 34°C in the cabin.

After lunch (late) I started on cleaning the hull with the heavy sander. I had to wear goggles and mask which I hate because they are so uncomfortable; it was extremely hard work too. I looked like a miner, so thoroughly dirty. June began to paint the port side with the grey undercoat for the antifouling and covered about 2/3 of the side before the paint ran out. We both sat and shared a beer. It went down very well; Red Bavaria 7.9%. It had a pleasant sweetness.
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Exhaustion Antidote
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A Very Convenient Location
Our son and his partner, Tim and Cathy, arrived at Schiphol today, the 20th July at 15:10. It was a short taxi ride to meet them; one of the handiest things about Piet's yard. They are here to help us celebrate our 50th Wedding Anniversary tomorrow. The anniversary next day was somewhat unusual as we sat in the cockpit, with a good meal, music playing and a cloud of pot smoke over us. The four of us had a great time for the next two weeks, spent 4 days in Sixhaven Marina, Amsterdam and then sailed around North Holland with a North Sea leg from Den Helder to IJmuiden (a rather rough passage down that shallow, shelving shore).
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Sixhaven Marina, Amsterdam, Just Across from Central Station
The log of that cruise can be found on the Google Earth File on this link. However, this episode is different story.
After they had left we took the train to Paris and the next morning a train to Le Havre where we picked up the car and took the ferry to England to attend my brother-in-law's 75th birthday party. Then a visit to see the Constable paintings at the Tate Gallery and a Proms Concert at the Albert Hall before travelling back to Haarlem via Harwich and the Hook of Holland. Finally, after having a Wabasto hot water heating system fitted, getting the engine checked out, the VHF programmed for our MMSI number, the ship registration updated and then, loaded with vegetables from nieghbours gardens, we left  for the Baltic at 15:30 on the 1st September. We went down the canal tucked in behind the barge Watergeus and at the second bridge tied up to her as there was a 1½ hour wait. All bridges through Haarlem were closed between 16:00 and 17:40. At last, tied up at Haarlem Yacht Club at 18:50
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Our Route Through the N Part of the Canal System
Left for Spaarndam Sluis at 08:00 and then into the North Sea Kanal and so passed through Amsterdam again. Past Sixhaven Marina and on to Orangesluizen which was packed full with 14 of us. Out on the other side and into the Markermeer on our way to Einkhuizen again. As the day wore on the weather began to change on us with a front coming in. So, it progressively got windier and the sea kicked up.  On we went through the Einkhuizen sluis and into the Ijsselmeer, then across to Stavoren. We had visited Stavoren in 2004 (see the blog 'Learning in Tricky Waters')
We went for a walk late afternoon, the sun had come out but the wind was stiff. Watched the boats locking into the canal which we will use tomorrow. Then we walked all around the dijk and into the village. Such an enjoyable walk and we have not done that for ages.
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Welcomed by The Lady of Stavoren
From Stavoren there are various possibilities; lock out of the IJsselmeer into the Wadenzee, but for that route you need to be able to sit on the bottom at low tide and you need good weather; go through the canals to Lawersoog, lock out into the Wadenzee and take a shallow winding passage through sandbanks to get outside the islands but the weather must be good for that; finally go all the way up to Delfijzl in the canals and lock out into the River Eems. We decided to go to Lawersoog and then make a decision about Delfzijl.
Woke up to a clear blue sky but some wind, not too hard though. We left at 10:00 on 4th September and began today's sail up through Friesland Province. The wind was very strong in some of the meers on the way.
It was both sunny and cloudy, mostly the latter. On we went through; Sneek, Grou and ended up in Leeuwarden. The Fonesjachtbrug held us up for 1½ hrs so we tied up to the 'sport' pontoon and prepared supper.
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The Windy Meers in Friesland
At last we arrived at Leeuwarden Nieuwe Jachthaven. We tied up at the diesel pumps and it appeared that there was nobody else there. Upon exploration we found countless brown sheds for housing boats; floating garages. So, everything was entirely different, without a mast to be seen, except for ours. It was a bit of a walk into town so we spent an extra night to explore a little.
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Boat Sheds at Leeuwarden
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Statue of Mata Hari in Leeuwarden
Leeuwarden is an interesting town, not only as being the birthplace of Mata Hari, but for the  Elfstedentocht (Eleven Cities Tour) is a long-distance tour skating event on natural ice, almost 200 kilometres (120 mi) long, which is held both as a speed skating competition (with 300 contestants) and a leisure tour (with 16,000 skaters). The tour is held at most once a year, only when the natural ice along the entire course is at least 15 centimetres (6 in) thick; sometimes on consecutive years, other times with gaps that may exceed 20 years. When the ice is suitable, the tour is announced and starts within 48 hours.
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Elfstedentocht Staue in Leeuwarden
On to Lauwersoog on the 6th September;  a pleasant day for the most part and delightful scenery all the way. No hassle with all the 14 bridges. We stopped at a picnic pontoon (which are quite frequent) and had lunch. It was delightful. We motored on through several meers which were beginning to get rough with choppy waves. We saw an amazing opening skewed bridge (Slauerhoffbrug) the only one like it in Europe.
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Slauerhoffbrug, Leeuwarden
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Lauwersmeer National Park
 The canal took us through the Lauwersmeer Park which looked beautiful. The Park, bordering the world heritage site Waddenzee, is one of the Important Bird and Biodiversity Areas (IBAs) of Western Europe. The site is an essential site for bird migration, which occurs twice a year in spring and autumn. Millions of birds travel thousands of kilometres from their nesting sites to their hibernation countries and back.
There were no spare visitor spaces at the marina so we took an unoccupied one and stayed there 2 nights due to the Force 7 wind! A local sailor came aboard for a couple of hours in the evening and we discussed various passages for us to get through the Frisian Islands. It is possible to lock out here into the Waddensee and so take an outside passage around the Friesen Islands but a dangerous passage in this weather. We decided on the inside passage to Delfzijl.
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Lauwersmeer Sluis
To Delfzijl on the Eems River. 07:30 -18:30 a mixed day. We had to call up on the VHF about getting the bridge open at Reitdiepbrug. They said "press the button"! It turned out to be on a pile close to the bridge; obviously designed for motor boats for it was very tricky for us to reach the button so close to the bridge. Several bridges like that today. Through Groningen - 14 bridges which were all synchronized and opened as we approached. It was a long day as there is little chance to use the autohelm which means that you are stood at the wheel all the time.
As far as Groningen it was extremely picturesque but after that it became rather boring. Once again, perhaps we should have stopped at Groningen for it looked fascinating with its ultramodern buildings. Several bridges had artwork on the underside that could only be seen when the bridge was open.
  At Delfzijl we locked out of the controlled waterways and into the marina at the Eems river level. The German border runs down the centre of the river.
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Our Route at Defzijl Where We Exited the Controlled Water System
There were some tricky navigational calculations for today to catch the right tidal streams in the River Eems and then to get through the Gat at Langeroog. Left Delfzijl at 04:00 9th September and it was rather intimidating with a mass of navigation lights as one left the harbour entrance and inserted oneself into the traffic stream at the right place. The channel does a big sweep to the West to get outside the island of Borkum. There is a passage on the inside but you need a flat bottom to dry out at low tide and then float again on the rising tide. Tricky entrance to get in between the islands with strong currents with a small window. Arrived at Langeoog harbour 14:55.
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Langeoog Harbour - Sandbanks Everywhere
We went aground at low tide. In fact, the whole harbour dried out due to silting up, equinoxial tides and high pressure. The keel was sucked down into the mud but she stood up quite stable like a stork. We went aground a second time at 06:00 next morning. No harm done Enterprise stood up proudly on her big keel. We bought 4 lovely rolls at the harbour master's office in the morning. This is a tradition in Germany, you order your morning rolls when you check in. Sometimes they are even delivered to the boat!  Good showers at this place.

Langeoog is the final resting place of the famous German singer and composer Lale Andersen who lived here for several years. Never heard of her? However, you certainly have heard of her most famous song Lilli Marleen. There is a memorial to her and her song in the town.
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Lale Andersen and her Lilli Marleen
The next day, 10 September at 11:30 we left and arrived at Helgoland at 19:30.  A German island that is duty free and also the kick-off point for the Elbe estuary. The challenge about this leg was not just the usual tidal streams and exit window from Langeoog but the convergence of Traffic Separation Lanes for the Jade and Elbe Rivers. A pleasure boat is not allowed to travel in the traffic lanes except to cross at right angles between traffic, and there is lots of that. The Germans enforce this rather efficiently with patrol boats.
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Helgoland with Düne in the Background
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We  got away as early as possible and so ploughed a furrow in the mud to get out. It was a bumpy ride into the wind. We both feel very tired because of the long hours that we had been sailing and the nature of the sail. Crossed the Jade River entrance and traffic lane then the Elbe lanes and North to Helgoland. It was quite a stressful time. We were finally rafted up and were rather penned in by others rafting up to us. We did not go into town although it has been developed as a casino and duty free destination since its days of being a practice target for bombers.

Helgoland to Brunsbüttel and into the Kiel Canal today. Up at 05:00 to let our neighbour out and then left at 07:00 - arrived Brunsbüttel 16:05 An early start as it is vital to get the current in the Elbe right. It is so strong that you cannot fight it at the flood/ebb so you have to get to Brunsbüttel well before the full ebb current. We had the 'departure shuffle' when you are not rafted on the outside but have to leave first.

There is an alternative to negotiating the Elbe by sailing North East and negotiating the sandbanks to lock into the Eider River through the Eider Barrage. There are two more locks before connecting to the Kiel Canal at Km 41. Oldenbüttel. It is a very winding route and I have never spoken to anybody who has done it but it would be an interesting challenge.
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The Eider River Bypass
The trip was OK to get to the Kiel Kanal,  arduous but altogether reasonable and we did not encounter any of the difficulties we had read about. The South bank of the estuary is the North end of the Waddenzee a huge area of sandbamks that are submerged at high tide. This is 'Riddle of The Sands' territory. Erskine Childers, the author, was a fascinating character who ended up being executed by a firing squad. Approaching Cuxhaven the coast 'hardens' wih dykes holding back the sea. One's eye is always on the clock and the tidal stream for if it looks like you cannot make Brunsbüttel before the full ebb current then Cuxhaven is the last place to stop. We were in good time, went straight on and were very lucky that the lock gates were open and we could go straight into the lock.
There are four locks side by side, the two small original ones (out of service when we arrived) and two huge ones completed in 1914 and built to handle the Kaiser's battle ships. We entered one of these.
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The Lock That We Used, With The Gate Open
The procedure for small pleasure vessels is different from the usual i.e. tying up to chains on the walls or bollards at the top; here there are floating, slimy log pontoons that you must tie up to, probably they act as fenders for large ships. A crew member must manage the lines from the pontoon as it floats up. This is not so easy if you have a boat with a high freeboard. Another problem is that the boats fender float because the logs are at water level, so you can get some nasty black marks on a pristine boat. It is the same situation at the other end in the Haultenau locks but there you have to secure  the boat and go to the Kanal office to pay the passage fees.
On exiting the lock there is a small marina adjacent, to the West, which is where we tied up for the night. Very convenient since you are right on top of the lock but there is quite a lot of noise from frieghters passing all night. Pleasure craft cannot operate between sunset and sunrise and there is a speed limit so it is not really possible to transit the Kanal in one day. There are only a few options for stopping over and we took the obvious one at Rendsburg at Km 66. After visiting the small museum on the history of the Kanal; it was started in 1875 and finished 8 years later when Bismarck was in power and and Kaiser Wilhelm on the throne. We set off with enthusiasm for this new experience.
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Brunsbüttel Marina
The first excitement was to grind to a halt near the first ferry at Kudeasee. The keel struck something at 4m depth on the depth sounder! We were probably trying to keep too close to the bank. There was a horrible grinding noise and we tilted over. I raced the engine back and forth but could not budge her. So we called VHF2 for help and they promised a tug in around ½ hr. However, the little ferry spotted us stuck and came by, took our rope and pulled us off no trouble.
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One of the Ferries That Pulled Us.
We had not found a succinct set of regulations for sailing the Kanal and were muddling through. Then we sailed past a traffic light set up; three rows of lights on top of each other. We did not understand the traffic light system. Did they only apply to large vessels? The traffic lights were Red Red White and we were debating whether to stop since 3 Reds means that yachts must stop and we had been seeing a single Green. We decided to proceed and at that moment the VHF switched itself to channel 16 with an emergency alarm followed by an emergency announcement in German. (We had 'dual watch' on the VHF set to Channel 2 for canal traffic and Channel 16). We did a U turn and went back to where we could see the traffic lights and reflected about the meaning. We proceeded.  However, looking back we saw a rescue helicopter doing something. So there was an emergency but it was elsewhere.
Although we had set off late to do the 66km to Rendsburg and worried about making it in time, we did it by sunset and were tied up in a box about then. Quite a day.
We did not leave for the last leg to Haltenau until 15:20 and it took 20 minutes to get to the Kanal, this turned out to be too late. Unknown to us, at the 86km point the Kanal narrows (the 'Eastern Section') and larger vessels take turns in this stretch. At 84 km there is a widening with mooring piles down both sides and as we went by we passed a yacht hovering outside the piles but we did not realise the significance and continued.
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Mooring Piles at Kilometre 84 before the Eastern Section
A couple of kilometres further on, at the narrowest part, we met a large frieghter coming the other way and squeezed close to the bank. What we did not realise is that the ship pushes a bow wave which lifted us up and slid us down and outwards towards the ship. We were so close to the bank that we touched bottom in the trough. The same thing happened as the stern went by but that was not so alarming as the ship had then passed.
When we arrived at the Holtenau Locks it was getting dark, just in time to comply with the regulation of not travelling after dusk. The mass of lights were confusing and we hovered by the old locks that are usually used for small craft. The large locks were full with ocean going vessels. Eventually they left and two more entered. Then the light went white for us. The small locks were not being used and we were being tucked in with these huge vessels! Then we had to wait for two more large vessels to enter. We were the only pleasure craft in the lock.
It was an 'interesting' experience for by this time it was quite dark except for the pools of light from the flood lights which made the shadows even darker. First, tie up to a slippery, slimy, floating wooden pontoon in the shadow of an enormously high concrete wall (10 m) and adjacent to the slab sides of the large ships. Then walk along the pontoon until finding a steel ladder set in the wall and climb the ladder to the top and scrambling over the edge. Then along the dock, over the gates, back to the control tower in the centre and up a steel ladder to the office at the top. There we paid the 18 Euros and finally got back to the boat.
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Holtenau Lock, Showing Pontoon, in Daylight
I was a bit shaken by the experience as I don't have the head for heights that I used to have and it all felt claustrophobic. Next time we will make sure that it is daylight!! We exited to a mass of lights in the pitch darkness and crept over to the tiny marina at Holtenau. Now we are in the Baltic. The harbourmaster banged on the hull at 07:00 and gave us a sudden start to the day! Lovely sunny morning. We walked around Holtenau, picturesque on the waterfront; cottages and roses etc., then we walked up to the top and back.
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U Boat Memorial
Our phones did not work in Germany, which was a constant problem everytime we crossed a border until we bought new phone cards.  Set sail for Gelting. Out into the Kieler Fohrden in a brisk wind, passing the impressive UBoat Memorial on the starboard and, as if to underline the significance, a submarine past us on its way out for exercises.  Sailing into Flensburg Bucht we tried to put into Wackerballig Marina which consists of a configuration of piles to form boxes which is connected to the shore by a long walkway. The only available boxes had to be entered facing the strong wind.
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Wackerballig Marina, Very Tight Alleys in a High Wind
We made a mess of trying to get into the box. The trouble is that you can get the stern lines on the piles but then have to drive forward strongly at the risk of hitting the dock hard but even then you can't get over the bow to secure it before the bow blows off and you end up diagonally in the box, or worse if the adjacent box is empty. After a couple of tries we gave up and backed out with great difficulty and left the marina. The alleyways were tight so we could not turn round in such a strong wind. We continued and put in at Gelting.  Hard to get in between the piles (as usual) but made it.
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After great showers at Gelting we set sail for Flensburg on  15 September. Again a fine, sunny sail, brisk and enjoyable, there were lots of sail boats out, some racing. The border between Denmark and Germany runs down the centre of Flensburg Bucht so we were crossing from one country to the other all day. Put in at Flensburg at 15:30.
Squeezed ourselves into a boxin the marina, luckily somebody took our bow line. We worked on the top sides sanding and painting as they had been scuffed a bit. A messy business working from the dinghy. Then the Harbourmaster said that we had to move to a different box, before the paint was dry! The first box that we had to move to was too narrow so the topsides got scuffed up again! Found the harbourmaster and paid for 3 nights, 3 laundries, showers and the usual bread rolls in the morning, €72! Walked up to town. Nice showers here but not much time for the jeton.
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Flensburg Where We Played Musical Chairs With The Boxes
Flensburg struck us as a very pleasant town and has the dubious honour of having been the capitol of Germany for three weeks from 1 May (the death of Hitler) to  23 May 1945 when the Regime was dissolved. Until 1864 Flensburg was part of the Kingdom of Denmark until lost in a war with the Prussians, there is still a strong Danish presence here.
Tomorrow our friend Ron is joining us for the sail up to Århus and driving our car up from Haarlem to get here.
18 September. Showers and then a walk up to the butcher. Back to the boat and off to Sønderborg . Pleasant enough sail until fog set in and it got a bit tossy. Tied up at the quay wall close to the red brick castle. This was our first experience of Denmark. We walked into town. It all struck us as clean and beautifully maintained. Now we have to change from Euros to Kroner. Denmark like the UK kept their own currency.

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Sønderborg Castle Housing the Museum
19 September - In the morning we went to see the castle museum close to the boat. Fascinating and so well displayed. At noon we left for Marstel, about 30nm. Arrived at 18:15 through a very narrow channel entrance. A good sail today but very rolly in a choppy sea.  Went to the pub in town in the evening and chatted to three retired merchant seamen. It seems that Marstal is very popular with the martime community that finally want to drop the anchor. A very pleasant evening.
Engine on and cast off at 13:30 in a SW wind Force 5 from a very wide box with a strong cross wind. Used the new spinnaker line to hold the bow as we backed out. It worked well but the danger is that the long line can easily get caught around the prop when it is released.

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Sonderborg to Marstel to Faborg
An interesting day picking the narrow channels and then a flog against the wind until we cut through the Reutille Passage. A challenge but that is why we came this way.  Then a short cut to Fåborg through the Grydelob Passage. The wind moderated to Force 3 and came around to the West. It was a truly beautiful day, Enterprise sailed nearly the entire 30 nm, sea was just right, the sun shone and the land looked warm and comforting. Very sucessful sail. Our first box at Fåborg did not fit and we got wedged in. Changed to a wider box; you would think that we could judge the width by now but it is easier to go for a snug fit than one that is too wide.
21 Sept - Wind SW Force 3 A bit of discussion about the channel markers, where we will cut across Lyo Kug to Assens. Engine on and cast off using the long bow line technique again. Out through the exit channel using the Leading Line, then West past the N Cardinal to Knoldon Point and on to Assens. A superb sail. We rigged up to use the spinnaker but the wind got too strong for it. Again, lots of discussion about the passage. Not many sail boats out but lots of ferries hopping from island to island and a few tall-masted ships.
In the first box that we tried we misjudged the width of the piles again and got stuck at the widest part like a cork in a bottle! Backed out and found another one.
The next day, 22 Sept, we sailed on to Kolding at the head of a fjord. Kolding is quite a big town and the marina is off at the end in an industrial area close to the trains. Quite a walk into town. The next day was a layover day so that I could catch the train to Flensburg at 08:30 to fetch our car from the marina where we left it. It was a long day; first walking from Flensburg Station to the marina,  then setting out to drive ahead to Århus to leave it at Aarhus Yacht Club in the Fiskerihavn, then catching the train from Århus to Kolding and finally walking to the marina. I returned about 17:30 exhausted.
Today it is Kolding to Juelsminde through the narrowest part of the Little Belt. The powerful convergence of the North Sea and the Baltic Sea creates strong currents here. This is where fresh water from the Baltic meets salt water from Kattegat and we could see how the current swirled in all directions. Lovely day for sailing again. We tried the spinnaker. A tricky sail to organise for very light winds for they are changing as the channel winds.
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Assens to Kolding to Juelsminde
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The Little Belt Looking NE
Juelsminde is a small, pretty and welcoming town with a good marina. In the summer a destination for rural, family holidays, the sort of place that invites you to stay longer but we were so close to our destination and the season was getting late that we felt an urgency to move on.
The last port of call was Tunø, a small, car-less  island that welcomes many visitors in the summer due to its proximity to Århus. When we arrived, at this time of the year, there were the only six yachts at the dock and it felt like our own private island. There was a vegetable stand by the track and we stocked up, put or money in the can, and then walked as far as the village. In the centre of the village is the 14th century church which has the unusual, if not unique, distinction of having the tower functioning as a lighthouse, and in the old days the minister was indeed both lighthouse keeper and minister of the church.
A fitting last stop over on our cruise.
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Tunø Looking West
26 September, our last day of sailing this season and it was with mixed feelings that we sailed from Tunø to Århus.
Sandbanks are all around Tunø so it important to not take the direct route but thread the sandbanks. We took the route to the East. Trying the spinnaker again today across Århus Bugt in light winds and mist. We put it up and down twice. As we approached  Århus in the late afternoon high speed ferries crossed our path and commercial traffic increased. We tied up at the Aarhus Yacht Club in the Fiskerihavn. At that time there was a busy container port next door which would give us hours of interest in the days to come.  It was great to have the car close by in the parking lot which enabled us to go downtown and sample the excellent cuisine to celebrate our arrival. The following day we drove to the airport to say goodbye to our crew member who had sailed with us from Flensburg.
We were to spend the next 3 years in the Baltic and get to know the city quite well. It was the start of a love affair with Århus.

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Learning in More dangerous waters

31/12/2004

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lEARNING IN MORE DANGEROUS WATERS

After our first learning experience on Enterprise we left her sat in a cradle in Haarlem with a leaky stern gland and went to crew for a friend on a cruise from Wales to the Southern coast of Ireland; what you might call 'a busman's holiday'. On our return, for the next five weeks we worked like demons at wire brushing, painting and cleaning every nook and cranny while we waited for the repairs to be done. During that time we made acquaintance with joggers and dog walkers on the tow path, house boat dwellers and even the man on the garbage clean-up barge. There was a group of boat owners who came to the dock several times a week just to sit on each boat in turn and drink beer just to escape from their wives. We began to understand the life of the river; even though it was hard work it was enjoyable but, it was hot and without being in the water Enterprise got so warm that we ended up camping in the cockpit.
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Working Like Demons
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Camping in the Cockpit - It was Hot
The problem with the stern gland was immediately obvious; it was made of mild steel and had become pitted over time so had to be replaced with a stainless steel one. That was easier said than done. Whereas a stern gland gasket can be replaced by simply uncoupling the prop shaft from the engine and sliding it backwards, replacing the prop shaft required lifting the engine out of the way, removing the propeller and  withdrawing it into the ship.
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The Pitted Prop Shaft
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Lifting the Engine to get Access
So we were back to living around engine parts again while we waited to get a new prop shaft and coupling machined in Rotterdam. The bearing needed to be replaced also, just to be on the safe side, and all these jobs were time consuming.
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Removing the Bearing
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The New Coupling
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Machining the New Bearing
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New Prop Shaft, Bearing and Rope Cutter
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New Coupling, Anti-Vibration Coupling and Stern Gland Installed
Finally we were ready to sail. The plan was to lock out of the canal system at IJmuiden and cross the North Sea to Lowestoft in the UK. From there we would sail South to Ramsgate before crossing over to France at Calais and follow the French coast to Morlaix in Brittany. My brother had a farmhouse there and we could use it during the winter if we got 'cabin fever'.
It was not to work out that way,
            'The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Sailors Gang aft agley,
             An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
             For promis’d joy!',
                                                                  to paraphrase Robert Burns' poem 'To a Mouse'.
To catch the tide at IJmuiden we left in in the late afternoon when all our new acquaintances, who had watched us working, were around to wave goodbye. This was the next level of challenge; but it came a lot sooner than we anticipated. 200 metres off the dock the old Volvo engine, that had been coaxed back to life, seized up. The smiles and waves of the house boat owners turned to alarm as we drifted down onto their beautiful picture windows. We got the anchor down before we hit and then sat there in ignominy waiting for a tow back to the dock. All that effort and sense of  achievement came crashing down in an instant.
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Ignominiously Being Towed to the Dock
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Back Feeling Foolish
The decision was easy: a new reliable engine was needed. We opted for a 3 cylinder Yamaha but that meant that the engine mounting bed had to be altered to align with the prop shaft. This was a messy business involving grinding and welding and during that work we had to vacate the ship and camp in a shed on the dock. Luckily we had a marine engineer who really moved things along and next day the engine was removed and the new bed started.
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Extracting the Volvo Through the Hatch
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Goodbye to Unreliability
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Emptying the Lockers - Body Language Says it All
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Camping in the Dock Shed
Even with lots of protection the cutting process made the boat filthy and broke June's heart when we had worked so hard to clean it. With all the disruption it was obvious that we should install new bilge hoses, that were threaded through the engine compartment, new sea cocks and engine electrics.
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The Engine Bed Fully Cut With Old Bilge Hoses
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Even With Screening the Ship Was Filthy
A new propeller was required with size and pitch to match the new engine characteristics so we were into another lift out and relaunch. Finally, with final engine trials over, we were ready once again to start, just 9 days after our last fiasco. Such a quick turn around was phenomenal and a great tribute to Gerard Klomp. The pain was mitigated by the great hospitality that we experienced in the Netherlands.
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The Finished Engine Installation
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Great Hospitality - Gerard Klomp at the Right
This time we left quietly with heartfelt farewells and locked out into the North Sea at IJmuiden stopping briefly at the marina until the tide was right. The complete log of our impending  journey can be seen at the following link. You have to have Google Earth installed and remember to tick the boxes in 'Temporary Places' when it opens. Zooming in gives great detail and when you scroll over a yellow push pin the log book entry will come up. enterprise_cruise_2004_-_2.kmz
If you do not wish to bother with that here is a picture of the first leg. Incidently, it shows the multiple sandbanks in this shallow sea, many of which are exposed at low tide.
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For the trip across to Lowestoft our friend Ron had joined us. The previous two days had been stormy but that had passed and the forecast was good, Force 3 but on the nose. It was dark when we left so we did not see the rather fearsome waves ahead. In our ignorance we had not realised that after a storm in this sea it takes a while for the waves to die down in these shallow waters. We also had not thought about the locker latches not being up to the job, until the lockers opened and spilled everything onto the cabin floor. It was an awful mess of broken crockery and spilled food. Once off the shelving coast the sea calmed down, June ordered us out of the cabin and spent the best part of the crossing cleaning up the mess. Ron, for the first and only time in his life experienced sea sickness and I ended up with a few nasty bruises. We never made that mistake again; the locker latches were replaced at the first opportunity and part of our pre-sailing check list was to secure the contents and put a bungee cord across them. As we gained experience, our pre-sailing check list got longer and longer.
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Lowestoft Harbour Entrance
Arriving at Lowestoft we had an occasion to put our new engine to the test. Tidal currents here run North - South and can be very strong. We arrived to the South of the town with a strong Northerly current running; just where we should be. To enter the harbour we had to sail North past the entrance and do a 120 degree turn into the entrance. We were a bit nervous because if we got it wrong we would be swept past or worse, bump into the wall. At the precise moment we put full power on our new engine, the ship surged forward and we had a tremendous sense of achievement as we shot into the harbour.
The next day Ron left us and we wondered if he would ever want to sail on Enterprise again, (but he did many times). We had agreed to meet up with our son Howard and his two daughters to sail with them on the next leg South but the engine problems had made us days late and they had a deadline for getting back to Canada, so their sail was curtailed. We met up the next day and set sail as soon as the tide was right. By doing this we committed an error that every cruising sailor makes and we were to make many times; ignoring the elements because of the necessity to fit an itinerary that land based visitors have set up, usually for good reasons that are unconnected to the weather. The wind was heading us for most of the journey, although not exceeding Force 5, but wind against tide makes for steep, short seas and an uncomfortable ride. The girls were inexperienced sailors and consequently spent the whole trip down below feeling miserable. We should have waited another day for easier conditions and as a consequence may have put them off of sailing for the rest of their lives. However, the next day we sailed up the river to Ipswich and hopefully redeemed ourselves a little.
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The Junction of the Stour and Orwell Rivers
We arrived at Shotley Marina at the junction of the river Stour  and river Orwell and encountered for the first time  the INOGEN system.
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Guided Approach to the Lock at Shotley
 This is a rather clever system to keep a ship on track. These rivers are tidal and at low tide the marina is behind a wide mudflat. Therefore ships must lock in to the marina but to even get to the lock there is a long, straight dredged channel from the deeper water and it is important to stay in the middle of this channel. That is where the system comes in. The Inogen Leading Light is situated on the Starboard Side of the Lock Entrance. When a vessel is on the correct line of approach in the Entrance Channel a vertical Black line is seen in the centre of an orange screen. Any deviation from the correct bearing will cause the black vertical line to change to arrows. You just veer in the direction of the arrows to come back to the correct bearing.
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Doggerland 10,000 BCE A Shangri La for Neolithic Man
Sail cruising is an occupation that brings one close to a whole new world of man's relationship to nature; not just the obvious one of a very personal relationship to the weather but how the flora and fauna relate to our presence and how there are hidden systems at work that directly impact us. Every scuba diver experiences a whole new world existing just out of sight below the surface. Whenever sailing on the North Sea I am very conscious that I am sailing over the lost world of Doggerland. Around 10,000 BCE much of what is now the North Sea was a fertile lowland, with highlands to the North, covered with forests and rivers. It was an migration route  for animals and man between what is now Britain and Europe. Neolithic man lived here (we have his footprints and even know that he wore leather footwear) in what must have been a benign environment for the time. But unknown to these people an abrupt period of global warming was starting that would profoundly affect their world. It was not an imperceptible change; collapsing ice sheets caused a sudden (140 years)  rise in sea levels of 7.5 metres.
 Much of Doggerland was submerged but the evidence of what it was like is still there under the sea. Storms and tsunamis caused by the destabilisation ate away at what remained until about 6,500 BCE when a huge tsunami caused by a sub-sea landslide to the north caused a break through to the southern channel and that changed everything. Europe was separated from Britain and tidal currents could sweep through the gap re-sculpting the seabed. That is still happening today for the sandbanks are continually shifting. The highlands to the north remained as an island until submerged about 5,000 BCE to become the Dogger Bank that is still there.
It all seems ominously familiar to today's situation. Perhaps that is what is inspiring the new archaeological push to explore this history.
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Doggerland About 7,000 BCE Before the Giant Tsunami
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Our Route Across the Thames Estuary
 From Shotley we set out South to cross the Thames Estuary to Ramsgate, a journey that was not quite as simple as we had imagined. This estuary has been the maritime highway of the world with so many famous voyages leaving from here when the world was just being explored. However, if you look closely at the adjacent map you will see that it consists of multiple sandbanks running NE, so if you are travelling parallel to them you pick your channel and proceed. If, on the other hand, like us you wish to sail across them it is a different story.  The channels between them have evocative names like ; Yantlet Channel (Sea Reach), Oaze Deep, Knock John Channel, Black Deep Channel which have been extensively marked. These are separated by slow moving sandbanks with names such as the East and West Barrows, the Nob, the Knock, the John, the Sunk, the Girdler, and the Longsands.  The passages across  them are called 'Gats'. We positioned ourselves to sail down the Black Deep and found ourselves out of sight of land but with exposed sandbanks on either side; a very strange experience. We then had to find the Fisherman's Gat and follow the winding channel over to the next deep channel. It made for a very interesting sail but not one that I would care to do in the dark.
On reaching Ramsgate the weather started to deteriorate with the wind building from the  South. Our route to Calais meant that we would have to sail south to the limit of the notorious Goodwin Sands and then East to Calais. This would be challenging to say the least but we decided to go for it.
The Goodwin Sands have an almost gothic reputation and for good reason. Since the first documented shipwreck on Goodwin Sands in 1298, more than 2,000 ships are believed to have been wrecked here. Dozens of wrecks still lie underneath the sands and, because they become 'quick' on a rising tide, sometimes long buried shipwrecks reappear. Submarine SM U-48 is an interesting example; caught on the surface recharging batteries during World War 1, it was shelled by several ships and then chased into the Goodwin Sands, where the crew surrendered. An ignominious end for a U-boat that had sunk 34 vessels and captured two. The vessel reappeared in 1921 and then again in 1973 when the following photograph was taken over the northern part of the Goodwin Sands. Also, a twin-engined Dornier 17 bomber was discovered on Goodwin Sands seventy years after it was shot down during the height of the Battle of Britain. It is thought to be part of a large enemy formation intercepted by RAF Defiant fighter aircraft at midday on August 26, 1940 as they attempted to attack airfields in Essex. The pilot attempted a wheels-up landing on the Goodwin Sands, touching down but with the aircraft sinking inverted. The aircraft was in remarkable condition considering spending so many years under water. Other than marine concretion it is largely intact, the main undercarriage tyres remain inflated and the propellers clearly show the damage inflicted during their final landing. It has recently been salvaged and will be placed in a museum.
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U-48 Emerges Again from the Sands After 53 Years Buried
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A Dornier Bomber Resurfaces After 70 Years
The Sands  are about 16 km long and 6 km wide at their widest, but due to the tides and currents, the shoals are constantly shifting.  The Sands are completely submerged between 8 to 15 meters beneath the surface at high tide, but as the tide falls, the sandbanks break the surface and expose about a tenth of their total area. During these times, the sand is firm enough to walk upon.  In the Great Storm of 1703 at least 13 men-of-war and 40 merchant vessels were wrecked, with the loss of 2,168 lives. Among them was the Stirling Castle with the loss of 279 people; its timbers resurfaced in 1979, 256 years after it sank.
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Chart of the South Goodwin Sands
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Our Route to Pass the Goodwin Sands
We started with two and a half hours of hard flog past the West Goodwin's marker until we reached a point at which we felt that it would be safe to turn East because we could see the South Goodwin's lightship to port. (This lightship was in a James Bond thriller "Moonraker"). However, when we turned eastwards we were broadside to the  wind and waves and rolling badly. From starboard gunwale under to port gunwale under with every wave and making slow progress into the bargain. After half an hour of this we decided that we could not take any more and turned tail for Dover, but it was still an hour and a quarter rolling ride back. Luckily, the Dover coastguard who had been watching our progress on the radar took pity on us and let us into the shelter of the ferry entrance, a rare privilege for a yacht. So our plans were changed and perhaps just as well for my body seemed to say that it had had enough and after a hospital visit I was in bed for a while.
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The unmanned South Goodwin Lightship Today
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The manned Lightship in 1954 (4 sailors drowned)
Our new plans had us passing through the straights of Dover and along the South coast of England to Brighton, from where we would make the passage to Cherbourg. Then we would go  around Cap de La Hague, through the Alderney Race to Guernsey, finally across to Brittany and to Morlaix. It was 9 September when we left Dover and we were very conscious that we were much later than intended and going into a period of equinoctial gales.
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Our Track from Dover to Morlaix
Leaving Dover we had a good run around to the new marina near Eastbourne called Sovereign Harbour. Doing between 5 and 6 knots  all the way is about as good as it gets. We should have known that that was too good to last for on the following day, off Beachy Head with two reefs in and a heavy swell, the first reef line parted. We must have started to learn something by then for we decided to abort the sail and turned back to Sovereign Harbour. It paid off for two days later we had a great sail to Brighton.

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Beachy Head
The leg from Brighton to Cherbourg requires careful planning as the tidal currents in the Channel are strong and become very strong the closer you get to France. The strategy is normally to aim for the final destination and not worry about being swept up and down until getting closer to your destination, at that point you want the tidal stream to sweep you in the direction that you want to go. It is all a matter of arriving at the right place at the right time. If you get it wrong, you cannot possibly fight the current and have to wait out a tidal cycle holding your position with the engine until the current turns in your favour.
After a wait of a day in Brighton there was a weather window and we set sail at 05:15 on 25 Sept 2004. What we did not know was that this was one of those rare times when the weather forecast was wrong. 6 hours out and the wind became Force 5 and 10 hours out Force 6 with building seas. After that it built more and we could not keep the log but rather focus on survival one wave at a time. Our speed had dropped right off so of course we missed the rendezvous with the tidal current and had to try to hold our position off the Barfleur peninsula for 6 hours in those conditions. We had no auto-helm so somebody had to stay at the wheel all the time. Theoretically the other one should have slept but we were so frightened of falling asleep at the wheel that we both stayed in the cockpit, one trying to keep the other awake. We could see the flash of the Barfleur lighthouse  and knew that it should be off the port bow but frequently it suddenly appeared off the starboard quarter so we knew that the other had fallen asleep at the wheel. It was a night that we will never forget.
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Barfleur (Gatteville) Lighthouse That Was Our Lifeline
In those conditions you develop tricks for staying awake, for me it was to remember the people who had gone before me in those waters. Over this very spot passed William the Conqueror in 1066 when he sailed from Barfleur to join the invasion fleet heading for Britain.
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Memorial To William's Embarkation at Barfleur
Also, very close to where we were, another event happened that changed the course of British history. On the 25 November 1120 a ship known as 'The White Ship' hit a rock off Barfleur and all but one on board were drowned. The problem was that one of those drowned was the heir to the throne of England and that triggered a devastating civil war. These waters carried the westerly flank of the great invasion fleet of D-Day, 6th June 1944. Understanding the currents and weather in this area makes one realise just how difficult that invasion was.

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Contemporary Documentation of the White Ship Disaster
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Western Flank of D-Day Invasion
Eventually we made it into Cherbourg's inner harbour but were so tired and disoriented that we found ourselves in the restricted area near the naval dockyard with a rib approaching us at high speed full of sailors armed to the teeth; an alarming experience. They escorted us out of that area once they had determined that we had no malicious intent but the response seemed disproportionate, however we were later to learn why. Eventually we tied up in the marina and the relief was overwhelming. A few minutes later another yacht came in and tied up near us. The three young men aboard jumped ashore and kissed the ground! We discovered that they had sailed from Portland in the UK and been caught in the same weather, at least that validated that it was not our fault that we got caught too. Then the next morning the Barfleur lifeboat came in with a yacht lashed to the side. It turned out that the yacht had left Brighton 8 hours after us intending to catch the next tidal cycle but after being caught like us they had called the lifeboat. So we felt pretty pleased with ourselves since the crews on those other two yachts were probably 40 years younger than us.
A couple of days later we discovered the reason for the robust response to straying into restricted waters when we were asked to participate in a protest flotilla trying to stop two vessels from docking in Cherbourg. They were carrying plutonium from decommissioned missiles under the Nuclear Disarmament Agreement between the USA and the USSR to be reprocessed in France.
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Plutonium Carrying Ships' Arrival
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Request to join the Protest Flotilla
We had promised to spent a couple of weeks with friends in Tuscany, Italy ( we had expected to be at our final destination by then), but we had lost so much time that we were only in Cherbourg. So we left the ship there, rented a car and drove to Italy. We did not get back until 21 October which pushed us into full winter conditions for sailing to our destination. However, our leg to St. Peter Port Guernsey, through the Alderney Race, was straightforward. Again it is a matter of getting the currents right. The water divides at Cap de la Hague with some continuing West and some doing a left turn down the Alderney Race where currents can reach 12 knots at times so you not want to have wind against tide. The turning point is always rough but it does not last long until you are through it.  In rougher water one holds onto the edge of the spray hood and I guess that the arc that supports the edge had had enough and collapsed on this passage. It turned out to be a rather flimsy aluminum affair so once we reached Guernsey we had new stainless steel arcs made to support the spray hood. So that delayed us a couple of additional days before we continued on 5 November to the Brittany coast.
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St. Peter Port, Guernsey
The old port, where the marina is located, would dry out at low tide if it were not for the lock gates at the entrance; so once inside you cannot get out until the tide is high enough to open the gates. Since the tidal currents are extremely strong one must plan one's passage to harness them to advantage, which often means leaving when the gates are still closed. When that is the case you leave the harbour before the gates close and wait at a deep water pontoon outside them. We needed to do that, so on the next morning we set the alarm for 4:30 and slipped away at 05:30. Those early morning starts are one of the highlights of sailing;
you feel that you are the only person waking up at that time and then you hear another engine start in the distance; you slip the lines and inch away into the darkness but as you approach the open water other pin pricks of light appear on other boats converging and you breath a sigh of relaxation since you know that you got the calculations right (or everyone else got them wrong too!). An hour or so later and you are all alone as the sky to the east gradually lightens. It is an almost spiritual experience as the first rays of sunlight come over the horizon and the water surface is turned to a brilliant reddish gold. It only lasts a few minutes but in those moments everything seems reborn and worthwhile.
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The most fascinating thing about the waters that we were about to sail across is their currents and strength of those currents. The above picture-link is an animated depiction of them. As the video plays out you will notice how the water draining out of the Bay of St. Malo meets the incoming tide and a circular tidal current pattern is set up. The only place in the world where this occurs, as far as I know. With all this water being driven in and out of a confined area, St. Malo is the place in Europe with the highest tidal range at Springs, nearly 12 m (or 40 ft). Looking at these currents you can see how important it is to get it right even if that means setting the alarm for 4:30am!
The trip across to the Brittany coast was straightforward and the weather good. There are two rocky plateaux but they are well marked so the only challenge is to make sure that you are positioned not to be swept onto them by the currents. On the other hand, the same cannot be said for the Brittany coast which is extremely rocky and indented with coves and estuaries, often protected by outlying rocks. This is what makes it so attractive and a navigational challenge. The approach to our destination, Port Blanc, was a good example for it cannot be seen at all from the sea. The skipper gets the ship in the right position, then sails for the rocks on the right bearing and as you get close (provided that he has not lost his nerve and done a U turn) the entrance gap opens up and he arrives in a beautiful cove ringed by a former fishing village.
All went according to plan and we had just moored up to a visitors buoy and put the coffee pot on when a motor boat arrived alongside and somebody claiming to be the Harbour Master told us brusquely that the Port was closed and we had to leave immediately. After some discussion we left, but not without some trepidation for there was only an hour of daylight left and there was no access to the next port of Perros-Guirec because the lock gates were closed. We moved along the rocky shore and picked a spot where we thought that we would be sheltered and not go aground at low tide, then dropped the anchor as darkness fell. We always have a sleepless night at a new anchorage worrying if the anchor will hold or slowly drag and we will find ourselves on the rocks in the morning.
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Chart of This Part of the Coast
Our experience at Port Blanc was extremely unusual as ships are never forced to go back out to sea. In discussions with other sailors later their consensus seemed to be that there was some clandestine event scheduled for that night, probably smuggling, and our unusual presence so late in the year disrupted that. We have wondered ever since.
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Typical Coastline in this Part of Brittany.
After this unpleasant experience we were anxious to get to our destination of Morlaix. This would be our final navigational challenge for the year. It is famous as being a refuge for the Corsairs, sort of legalised pirates. They chose the spot because in the days before modern navigation it was just about impossible for strangers to find their way in and that is what makes it so fascinating today. The City of Morlaix is located at the head of a river that dries out at low tide and which flows into a long shallow estuary which in turn, exits to the sea through a narrow rocky entrance. Outside the entrance is a maze of rocks reaching way out to sea. We had been there before on another yacht  but it always requires extreme caution. There is a detailed description of the Morlaix approach in our Blog for 2011 'Cold Welsh rain to Warm Basque Rain'.
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The Approach to Morlaix Estuary
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Morlaix Estuary
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The Morlaix River
The lock gate at Morlaix only opens 1 hour before High water to one hour after High water in daylight hours so it is usually  impossible to arrive at the estuary and travel straight through to Morlaix. Our solution was to find an anchorage spot as close to the oyster beds as we dared and wait overnight to go up on the rising tide. That way if you go aground you just wait for the tide to lift you off. This spot is idyllic in the early morning with the quiet only broken by the chiming of a distant church bell across the misty waters. We have anchored here a couple of times since and it has always been a magical moment in the morning. This time we crept along in the morning mist and up the Morlaix River  to arrive in time for the first lock opening. What a relief as the gates closed behind us and we had completed our very challenging cruising season. All the money in the world could not have bought the experiences that we had had.
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    David Phillips and his wife June have sailed the European and UK coasts for  30 years, the last 14 in Enterprise. It has been a continual exploration , inspiration and growth of experience. They would not have missed a minute.
     It is a symbiotic relationship, you look after her and she looks after you and takes you into a fascinating world that is otherwise inaccessible. Ill health finally forced them to sell her.
    On 2 September 2017 she was sold. They hope that she will bring the same life changing experiences to the new owners as she brought to them.

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