Concerto
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Afer 2 nights in Scarborough, it was time to move on.. The forecast looked good with NE 3 to 4 then E 5, however what actually happens is not always as forecast. After slipping the berth and doing a very neat turn using only 1¼ boat lengths to do the 180 turn, I left the harbour and found I was too close to the western harbour arm as there was only 0.1m under the keel! Seeking some distance from the shore, I slowly motored whilst putting the fenders and warps away, before hoisting the mainsail. Once tacked on to course I unfurled the genoa. It was almost hard on the wind and full sail meant I hitting 6½ knots easily. Ahead of me some 2 to 3 miles ahead was a Dutch singlehander in a smaller steel boat, Klapmuts. Having chatted with him on several occassions, he commented as he left I would not take long to catch him.
Concerto was galloping along close to her full rig limit and once past the cliffs of Scarborough, the wind eased but the rougher sea with some rollers from the NE, meant the boat speed dropped quickly to 3½ to 4 knots.. Not good, but I kept sailing and hand steered for better boat speed. I was using the genoa tell tails to steer by as I was helming from the lee side. About half an hour later the wind had increased slightly and I was now making 5 to 5½ knots. I was quickly catching my Dutch friend up, then the wind dropped and I was down to 2½ to 3 knots. This continued for about 15 minutes before it started riding slightly and I was back to 4 knots. My Dutch friend seemed to be wallowing as I passed him to lee. The next time we meet I shall let him have some video of his boat sailing, but the photo below will have to suffice for the moment.. He was only going to Whitby, but by the time he reached there I was probab;y 3 miles ahead after leaving an hour later than him and the distance between the ports was only 18 miles. Off Whitby I was able to ease sheets and make a reasonable 5 to 5½ knots again.
The wind continued to vary in strength for the rest of the sail. The wind was cold and it can only be described as a grey day. Passing the headlands, they all had a hazy look to them. Despite this I still took some photos and videos. As I closed towards Hartlepool, the wind started to head and it became more of a behind the beam reach. When the wind eased, the main boom kept swinging towrds the centre line and then slam back due to the rollers. Eventually I oversheeted the main to reduce the problem until the wind filled in and then it dropped again, etc.
As I crossed the River Tees entrance, the only boat moving was the pilot boat, but as I approached Hartlepool a tug crossed my bows from shore and went to the stern of a small freighter. They were only a couple of hundred metres behind me, so I eased slightly closer to shore as they were going to enter the main Hartlepool dock. After furling the genoa and starting the engine, I prepared the fenders and warps on the port side as the lock only has a pontoon on the port. Once fairly close to the entrance I headed into wind to drop the main. A quick call on the VHF and the lock gates were being opened. A slow approach into the lock ensured a neat berthing, one you would all have been proud of. Another yacht then entered and I was given a nice wide berth close to the entry ramp. If I had entered bows in, the wind would have funnelled down below, so I choose to more stern to. It was so easy as the space between the pontoons was one of the greatest I have ever seen.
I forgot to note the time I left but it was about 11.15 and I arrived in the lock at 18.50 after covering the 42 miles. The tide was with me for virtually the whole journey. Tomorrow I am visiting the maritime museum, so will stay put. I might have to stay another day as northerly wind is forecast and I am not in a rush so I can wait for the wind to change.
Klapmuts.
Safely tied up in Hartlepool.
Concerto was galloping along close to her full rig limit and once past the cliffs of Scarborough, the wind eased but the rougher sea with some rollers from the NE, meant the boat speed dropped quickly to 3½ to 4 knots.. Not good, but I kept sailing and hand steered for better boat speed. I was using the genoa tell tails to steer by as I was helming from the lee side. About half an hour later the wind had increased slightly and I was now making 5 to 5½ knots. I was quickly catching my Dutch friend up, then the wind dropped and I was down to 2½ to 3 knots. This continued for about 15 minutes before it started riding slightly and I was back to 4 knots. My Dutch friend seemed to be wallowing as I passed him to lee. The next time we meet I shall let him have some video of his boat sailing, but the photo below will have to suffice for the moment.. He was only going to Whitby, but by the time he reached there I was probab;y 3 miles ahead after leaving an hour later than him and the distance between the ports was only 18 miles. Off Whitby I was able to ease sheets and make a reasonable 5 to 5½ knots again.
The wind continued to vary in strength for the rest of the sail. The wind was cold and it can only be described as a grey day. Passing the headlands, they all had a hazy look to them. Despite this I still took some photos and videos. As I closed towards Hartlepool, the wind started to head and it became more of a behind the beam reach. When the wind eased, the main boom kept swinging towrds the centre line and then slam back due to the rollers. Eventually I oversheeted the main to reduce the problem until the wind filled in and then it dropped again, etc.
As I crossed the River Tees entrance, the only boat moving was the pilot boat, but as I approached Hartlepool a tug crossed my bows from shore and went to the stern of a small freighter. They were only a couple of hundred metres behind me, so I eased slightly closer to shore as they were going to enter the main Hartlepool dock. After furling the genoa and starting the engine, I prepared the fenders and warps on the port side as the lock only has a pontoon on the port. Once fairly close to the entrance I headed into wind to drop the main. A quick call on the VHF and the lock gates were being opened. A slow approach into the lock ensured a neat berthing, one you would all have been proud of. Another yacht then entered and I was given a nice wide berth close to the entry ramp. If I had entered bows in, the wind would have funnelled down below, so I choose to more stern to. It was so easy as the space between the pontoons was one of the greatest I have ever seen.
I forgot to note the time I left but it was about 11.15 and I arrived in the lock at 18.50 after covering the 42 miles. The tide was with me for virtually the whole journey. Tomorrow I am visiting the maritime museum, so will stay put. I might have to stay another day as northerly wind is forecast and I am not in a rush so I can wait for the wind to change.
Klapmuts.
Safely tied up in Hartlepool.
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