Santana379
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Just returned from the Netherlands Friday/Saturday in Santana, Middelharnis (by way of Stellendam) to the Orwell.
This side of the TSS after midnight, bound for North Shipwash, we encountered a storm the like of which I hope I never experience again at sea. There were between 3 and 4 hours of lightening, sheet and fork, initially to the south of us, and then overhead, before passing north.
On one occasion there eight forked lightening bolts visible at the same time. We felt utterly helpless, and just hoped the lightening would not find our mast, which fortunately it didn't.
The wind became pretty variable, but did not exceed 35kts at any point, and there was hardly any rain at all. There were brief moments of very hot air indeed, almost tropical.
It felt at times like we were in a disaster movie! I will long remember the sight of my somewhat better half at the mast as the boat lurched every which way, lit up by lightening behind her. (I wasn't just watching, but was trying manfully to hold the boat upwind in the very sloppy conditions.)
I'm not sure we could have done anything much to improve our situation, apart from turning into the wind and heading back towards the Netherlands at full battle speed.
To add to our misery the heads had developed an as yet unresolved fault, and we had to resort to bucket and chuck it for the passage.
Very glad to be back!
This side of the TSS after midnight, bound for North Shipwash, we encountered a storm the like of which I hope I never experience again at sea. There were between 3 and 4 hours of lightening, sheet and fork, initially to the south of us, and then overhead, before passing north.
On one occasion there eight forked lightening bolts visible at the same time. We felt utterly helpless, and just hoped the lightening would not find our mast, which fortunately it didn't.
The wind became pretty variable, but did not exceed 35kts at any point, and there was hardly any rain at all. There were brief moments of very hot air indeed, almost tropical.
It felt at times like we were in a disaster movie! I will long remember the sight of my somewhat better half at the mast as the boat lurched every which way, lit up by lightening behind her. (I wasn't just watching, but was trying manfully to hold the boat upwind in the very sloppy conditions.)
I'm not sure we could have done anything much to improve our situation, apart from turning into the wind and heading back towards the Netherlands at full battle speed.
To add to our misery the heads had developed an as yet unresolved fault, and we had to resort to bucket and chuck it for the passage.
Very glad to be back!