Cruising Heaven

[LONG_KEELER]

Coasting, F3, close reach, warm and sunny.

Laid out in cockpit, feet up and plenty of cushions supporting my back.

Smooth radio on, left hand on tiller, right holding a Leffe.

Heaven........................................

What's yours ?

 

[JumbleDuck]

Remote anchorage, rain tipping down, cabin snug, reading Arthur Ransome out loud to the crew.

 

[Stemar]

Remote anchorage, rain tipping down, cabin snug, reading Arthur Ransome out loud to the crew.

There's something very agreeable about being in the warm and dry, listening to the rain.

However, I would add, with a good glass of a tipple appropriate to the weather. Mustn't forget the essentials!

 

[RichardS]

Warm and sunny.

That's it.



Richard

 

[Kelpie]

A boat length ahead.

 

[JumbleDuck]

There's something very agreeable about being in the warm and dry, listening to the rain.

However, I would add, with a good glass of a tipple appropriate to the weather. Mustn't forget the essentials!

Alas I am a lifelong teetotaller. However hot apple juice with a touch of cinnamon is very pleasant. We carry apple juice concentrate so it can be made good and strong.

 

[[2574]]

Cruising heaven for me would simply be being allowed (within COVID rules) to go to the boat and go sailing.

 

[Tomaret]

For 2021, Plymouth to Las Palmas to complete my Atlantic Circuit, with a fast calm crossing of Biscay. Before then I’ll settle for arriving in Yarmouth on a fine summer Saturday, on an ebb tide at 5:00pm and not having to raft. I accept that one is possible, the other is just the stuff of dreams.

 

[Laminar Flow]

A fine day, the wind chasing the last few clouds across the sky and the boat, hurtling along under the press of her full canvas - red curves against the an infinite blue.

Arnold, our serf, indentured forever by the simplicity of his electronic circuits and singularity of purpose, is standing watch at the helm; we are rushing along at 7.5 kts.

My wife and I, comfortably ensconced in the deep foredeck well, backs against the perfect angle of the deck house ... there is a blanket over our knees and a hot cup of tea to warm the hands.

Below us, the delicious and continuous low rumble of the bow wave as we fly, high and dry, towards the distant horizon on a bed of white foam.

A true story

 

[Jonny A]

Warm, sunny, F4 to 5, no land in sight.

 

[RupertW]

Asymmetric up, main down and autohelm steering the boat from one glorious island to the next in a hot F3

 

[geem]

20kts just behind the beam, hot sun on my back, blasting along under full sail, hauling a nice tuna in on the back deck?
Another true story?

 

[mjcoon]

Arnold, our serf, indentured forever by the simplicity of his electronic circuits and singularity of purpose, is standing watch at the helm; we are rushing along at 7.5 kts.

Serfing downwind, by the sound of it...

 

[Laminar Flow]

Serfing downwind, by the sound of it...

Arnold is as close as I've ever got to having a domestic and he steers better than some.

 

[burgundyben]

Arriving Dartmouth. Taking the lower ferry and getting cakes from the shop on the Butterwalk.

 

[Babylon]

The moment we're underway.

 

[ProDave]

Ghosting home in the last dying wind as the sun sets over a millpond sea, after a long day sail in perfect conditions.

 

[johnalison]

Time to drop the sails as we round the last corner before entering Gudhjem after a day trip from Ystad. The granite all around radiates heat from the day's sun and as we squeeze in we see that the same mooring we stayed at last year, 'our mooring', is free. Make a bit of a mess tying up with the sunken shore line, but soon ready to stretch our legs among the flowers and rocks before relaxing with a glass of the local beer and some fish from the smokehouse.

 

[ctva]

Loch Moidart in behind Riska.
Tricky entrance so always quiet.
No vhf.
No 4G or any G.
No Wi-fi.
No FM, only MW or SW.

 

[westhinder]

Leaving a deserted anchorage in Loch Maddy after the sun has burnt off most of the fog, enjoying a leisurely sail along North and South Uist, seeing a basking shark close up, dropping anchor in Wizard Pool, enjoying dinner and a couple of glasses of wine in the cockpit until well past sunset.


Also: sailing to the West coast of Norway with the wind on the quarter all the way and six weeks of impressive scenery later sailing all the way back home with the wind on the quarter.