robstracey
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I've had Kyla since November, and i decided it was about time i went a bit further, as i had only been as far as Blyth and lots of day sails out of the tyne, so i settled on Holy Island, ok, so the Tyne to Holy Island is'nt that far, but after 18 hours sailing it seems like it! I set out on friday evening around 2200 with two other cadets from college, Martin and Adam, and set off heading to clear Beacon Point close hauled with all sail set she was creaming along, and i was starting to think we might make a fast passage of it, as i want to bed and left adam on watch, the wind started to veer more to the north, half an hour in my bunk and i was called up, we tried to tack into it but kyla is not exactly an upwind greyhound so at 0200 i furled the genoa and started the engine. /forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif . By dawn we were off Coquet island and over half way, i was begining to think we might make our planned ETA of 1200, but we had slowed due to the tide, and didnt pass the inner farne islands untill 1400, arriving just off Holy Island at 1515, /the water was very low, and i had a rather fudge-making moment as the echo sounder plumeted to 1.6 meters, and one of Kyla's keels nudged something, but at last she was in, and all my chain went out with a roar, and we had arrived. We climbed down into the dinghy an rowed ashore, Kyla did look rather beautifull out there. As soon as we steped ashore, i was instantly completly chuffed with myself, and with my boat, so chuffed in fact, i had a celebratory pint of local ale.
The trip back was a little uneventfull, Apart from a seal following the dinghy 20' behind as Adam and i rowed back to Kyla, and me going swimming in the north sea to free a lobster pot from my rudder. As soon as we cleraed beacon point we got a mice north-easterly F2, so i ran up the cruisning chute and had her running right into the river.
We were back at Royal Quays at 1400 today, But im still totally smug! does it allways feel this good to get somewhere in your own yacht?
The trip back was a little uneventfull, Apart from a seal following the dinghy 20' behind as Adam and i rowed back to Kyla, and me going swimming in the north sea to free a lobster pot from my rudder. As soon as we cleraed beacon point we got a mice north-easterly F2, so i ran up the cruisning chute and had her running right into the river.
We were back at Royal Quays at 1400 today, But im still totally smug! does it allways feel this good to get somewhere in your own yacht?