Toucando returns

You might want some more details about Toucando's passage from Holyhead to Howth. It was a pleasant day, after more gales over the weekend, things had settled down. We got up at six and left the pontoon just after seven. We did a couple of circles in the harbour to "swing" the compass which had been misreading a little, then we got the mainsail up. It was about low tide when we set off. The tide sucked us north west out of the harbour. We maintained a heading of due west on the basis that the tide would take us first to the north, then back south in the approximate 12 hours it would take to cross the Irish Sea. The forecast was for variable winds of force three or four, rising to five or six at an u specified time. We unfurled the jib and staysail and were sailing at last.


The wind was certainly variable, often insufficient to sail at a reasonable speed, so the engine was required some of the time.
The weather was good and we sailed in company with Annabel J much of the time.


Everything went to plan. Colin rustled up some dinner which we enjoyed before taking down the sails ready to enter the harbour at Howth.


I washed mine down with ginger beer.
We made the most of the rest of the sail as we approached the Irish coast, the islands of Lambay and Ireland's Eye and the Brn of Howth.


It was good to see the Howth 17s racing: they are a 100 year old class of small gaffers. We arranged our berth either the authorities. Unfortunately the place we were allocated turned out to be occupied by some triangular sailed riff raff, so we asked for an alternative. It was low tide and there was not a lot of navigable water. Due to a misunderstanding of the whereabouts of pontoon N we navigated round the back of the marina, which was pretty difficult but not as difficult as reversing out. However Toucando did it without getting stuck.
She was warmly greeted by old friends shouting, "welcome back Toucando". It transpired that we were supposed to go between two pontoons without a lot of room to spare. It challenged the sideways sailing ability of the skipper to its limits, but eventually we were in our place: a prime position.


We enjoyed some Guinness in the bar, meeting up with other members of the gaffer fleet, before returning to Toucando for a late night sandwich.
I went for a walk round the peninsula and did some grocery shopping. Toucando had a stream of visitors. Barry, one of Toucando's builders, called by with Elizabeth: an assiduous reader of this blog. It was good to see them and to talk about Toucando's early history.


Here they are, Barry suitably equipped with a drill.
As it is National Fish and Chips Day our plans for the evening are made.


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Location:Harbour Road,,Ireland

We've arrived in Howth

We had a very gentle crossing of the Irish Sea... Some sailing, quite a lot of motoring. Now we're in Howth Marina after a challenging entry at low water, with little room to manoeuvre. I believe the bar may sell Guinness so I'll leave it at that for now.




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Location:Dublin,Ireland

Time and tide

After a week of near gales in Milford Haven we decided to move on. We left the docks at 0445 when the lock began free flow operation. High Barbaree and Witch left at much the same time.
It was a pleasant, quiet morning as we raised the sails and motored out of the waterway past the oil terminal. We followed the coast round, going between Skokholm and Grasholm. There wasn't enough wind to sail, but we attained ten knots with the help of some very fast tides. The sea was churned up and fairly random: it was a bumpy ride, but not too bad as we went by Skomer and St David's Head in company with the two aforementioned boats which were ahead of us picking their way through.




The crew took turns on watch as we crossed Cardigan Bay. Annoyingly the log (speedometer) wasn't working and the wind indicator was playing up. At least we had our speed over the ground from GPS. We were going fast until lunchtime. Eventually we overtook Witch and High Barbaree.




A short experiment demonstrated that there was no point in trying to sail without assistance from the engine.




We chatted as we progressed over a very calm Cardigan Bay.




Eventually it was sundown as we passed Bardsey Island and the Lleyn Peninsula.




Soon after it was moon rise. We got more help from the tide as we crossed Carnafon Bay towards Holyhead. It seemed like we had got the best of the tides at the start and end of the trip.
We rounded Holy Island in darkness at midnight, slowing to keep well clear of two inbound Dublin ferries. We hadn't really noticed the tide building against us. We could see Witch's lights a mile or so behind, but no sign of High Barbaree. We contacted Sue of the North Wales gaffers to advise our arrival time, but we were now making slow progress. The green light on the harbour wall seemed to remain resolutely distant, but we were getting there. Sue phoned to say the bar was going to stay open until 0200. Amazingly, and annoyingly, the log sprang back to life at the last minute. Eventually we turned the corner, got in the harbour, lowered the sails, raised the bowsprit, and picked our way through the moorings to the Holyhead Sailing Club pontoon, guided by swinging lanterns being displayed for our benefit. There were several N Wales gaffers waiting for us who helped us to moor. It was 0200. Witch had come in just after us, but there was no sign of High Barbaree. "They'll never get in against this tide," said a lugubrious voice pessimistically.
"The bar's still open," said Sue. Despite having had a 22 hour day we thought we'd go. We had a pint or two with the crew of Witch and the local gaffers.




I was wondering what would happen about High Barbaree when the radio behind the bar sprang into life. "Holyhead Marina, Holyhead Marina, this is High Barbaree, High Barbaree, we are just entering the harbour." They had arrived. The gaffer fleet was assembled in Holyhead.

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Academic Interlude

I had known for quite a long time that I would have to do an exam this week. I am in the final stages of an MSc in Demography (people counting) at the University of Southampton. The days of confinement to port in Plymouth had the benefit of enabling some revision, and I was able to continue this at Milford Haven.
Because quite a lot of official statisticians do the demography course the exam is also run at the ONS HQ in Newport. As this is considerably nearer to Milford Gaven than Southampton is, it seemed like a good option. I caught the train on Sunday. What an enormous country Wales is: it took almost four hours. But it was a very pleasant ride, by forest and coast. Exam over I am now on my way back to Toucando, and can give my full attention to the voyage.









(They spelled my name wrong... potentially confusing me with a more famous demographer.)



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Blessed Milford

We left Falmouth at 0840 yesterday (Thursday 16th May) and had a pleasant motor sail along the Cornish south coast. We rounded Land's End and Cape Cornwall and set off for a night crossing of the Bristol Channel. It was calm, clear and cold. We saw Lundy in the early hours. Petrels, puffins and dolphins after sunrise. The morning was pleasant, but there was a wintry squall as we entered the harbour - rain, hail, thunder and lightning. All very dramatic. I was reminded of Shakespeare's "blessed Milford" in Cymbeline... And it's mention in Richard III: it's where Henry Tudor landed. I'm here for a few days.



Land's End



Sunrise in the Bristol Channel.



The crew enduring the squall.


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Location:Point Street,Milford Haven,United Kingdom

Falmouth awaiting orders

We had a successful day sailing and motor sailing from Plymouth to Falmouth. We enjoyed fish and chips at Harbour Lights then pints of Sharp's Juniperus and Special at the Chain Locker. It's been good to get away from Plymouth after a week confined to port.


Tomorrow we head for Milford Haven.

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More of the same

We got ready to go to sea. But with a steady Force 6, gusting 7 in the marina, it was not easy to get off the pontoon, and looked as though it would be challenging for the new crew at sea. A better weather window is expected later in the week.


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Location:Richmond Walk,Plymouth,United Kingdom