Thinking back on the summer cruise

1200 - beer o'clock
1300 - bottle of red with lunch
1800 - G&T time
1930 - bottle of red with dinner
2100 - evening drinks

We also managed some lovely sailing from Salcombe down to Belle-isle and back. Failed to catch a single fish.

Yoda
 
Brilliant, where was the photo taken? (or this is a new whereisit?)

As there are hills in the picture, I am guessing it's not in the altitudelly challenged Essex coast!

Gitane.

I would have gone for a whereisit except I left the location in the file name- Horse Island, Loch Broom (near Ullapool).
I've just remembered that that particular day was in fact the only time so far that we have completed an entire passage under sail alone. Cast off from a mooring in Ullapool, short tacked up the loch, ghosted into the lee of Horse Island and dropped the hook under sail. Rather a short passage but sometimes mileage is all about quality, not quantity.
 
Three weeks of glorious weather on the west coast of Scotland, which included:

Eating dinner watching a golden eagle circling while anchored in the Hole in Upper Loch Tarbert on Jura.

Drinking wine while watching the seals and birdlife when overnighting in the Ardmore Islands on the south end of Islay.

Navigating through pea-soup fog to find the Lagavulin Distillery on the south coast of Islay.

Watching deer come down to the shore while we were anchored in Lussa Bay on Jura.

Visting Barnhill, the house where George Orwell wrote 1984, on Jura.

Enjoying a pint of Jarl in the "House of the Trousers" on Seil Island

Shooting the tidal races through Corryvreckan, Grey Dogs, Dorus Mohr, Cuan Sound, and 'drifting' at 8 knots with the tide through the Sound of Luing.
 
Drive to Greece ( again )
Warm water
Magic restuarant at Sami
F8 south of Anti Paxos
Big waves, very big waves, bloody hell waves!
Dragged anchor, flipped dinghy.
F7 in Vasiliki and helping out the Dutch beginners.
Torrential rain on one whole day
Days of F4 and F5 hardly ever on the nose, just go to the port thats at the end of a reach!
7 hour meal
Single handing in 40 kts
Too much Ouzo!
New friends
Old friends
Hot so hot!
Sailing with my brother in law
Sailing with my brother!!!!
Driving back from Greece ( again )

Only managed about 5 weeks aboard this year.
 
1200 - beer o'clock
1300 - bottle of red with lunch
1800 - G&T time
1930 - bottle of red with dinner
2100 - evening drinks

We also managed some lovely sailing from Salcombe down to Belle-isle and back. Failed to catch a single fish.

Yoda

Yoda You remind me of sailing with my parents but you missed a couple of rounds:

Some time in morning start sailing.

1030 - Coffee with rum (to help start the day)
1200 - beer o'clock, well this can actually be any time after 9.30am. "Well the suns over the yard arm some where" My granddad in his 70's when we had nothing to going the coffee.
1300 - bottle of red with lunch - Must admit we normally skipped this and carried on with beer.
1700 ish - ashore for beer at whatever local establishments are available. If less than 8 Pub crawl most likely, if more than 8 an attempted may well be made anyway.
1900 ish - G&T time (whilst dinner cooks)
2000 ish - bottle of red with dinner
2100 ish - Cheese and Port (must be passed to left of course),
2200 ish - Gaelic coffee (several samples required if cream will not float),
2300 ish - A whisky night cap before hitting the bunk.
 
Tacking up the Sound of Mull watching Andy Murray at Wimbledon. We only had a picture on port tack and got very close to shore on several occasions before permission was given to go about.
 
Granville to Carteret with a F4 easterly, flat sea and continuous sunshine. Yes the tide was against us but that just gave us an extra hour of sailing and we arrived just in time to drift up the harbour with the first of the flood.
 
After sailing an Antlantic Circuit for the past two years, decided to stay ashore for this year's "cruise". It's great being able to do 200 miles before lunch!

In the Dolomiti

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My first 'longish' trip of the season in May ended in A+E after about 100 yards with a badly broken finger. Then I had wires sticking out of my finger for 6 weeks followed by loads of painful physio so I couldn't single hand my boat (no hope of putting on the outboard, wrapping my hand around a rope etc). I managed a few days on the water sailing on other people's boats and an afternoon powerboating courtesy of my neighbour. I finally managed a solo long weekend from the Tyne to St Mary's Haven for a couple of days anchoring mid August and then had a week of little wind when I managed to single hand up to Lindisfarne and anchor up there for a while. I have full movement back in my hand now but it still needs strengthening up a bit (I was squeezing some molegrips the other day and my index finger still feels a bit weak). I'm hoping for a few winter trips.
 
T shirt weather, one week after skiing in Scotland
Getting ripped off by a mechanic in Hartlepool.
Dolphins join us sailing into the sunset. Kids still up and loving it.
Ship's boy learns to row off Lindifarne, with a curious seal pup for company.
Many new ports.
Surfing at 12 knots.
More dolphins swimming with boat.
Finally, we hve a home port
Swearing at the engine again, and giving it all my money.
Picked up Polish hitch hikers for extra muscle power
Mooring under sail.
More dolphins.
Anchoring through a F7
 
Getting beaten up on passage from Braye to Cherbourg. 36 knts average wind, not quite against the spring flood. Waves as high as the radar mast-5 metres above the waterline.

While this was occuring the Jersey coastguard put out a repeat of their early morning forecast :-Wind 3 to 4 NE, moderate sea , good visibility.

We were 5 nm offshore, I had hoped we were clear of the race. At times, with staysail only and a bit of engine we were barrelling along at well over 10 knts!

It was a wet and wild ride-good thing "Jess" is better than we are!

Apart from that, sunsets and sunrises at sea-gorgeous-meeting lots of nice people from other countries, being treated to Rick Steins posh chippy in Falmouth, catching-and eating-a huge mackerel of about two and a half pounds, following the moonbeam from Cherbourg to Dartmouth overnight under sail and fixing three breakdowns for other sailors.

One of the best things has been watching First Mate getting to grips with our long keeler without a bow thruster in marinas and tight places-after four years she is more confident and improving all the time-well done.
 
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