Sunday June 26/16. Glandore.
0530! Up sort of awake? Kettle and tea. Foggy, Drizzly Cool
morning or night depending on ones view. Aroused the crew and managed to get
slip the mooring and get underway for parts further West.
A Cold mizzerable motor beat against the tide. We get a
phone call? Sally’s cousin Caroline. Go figure the middle of the sea and a
phone rings supposedly on a phone free vessel! Kept going and at 1230 thanks to
my wonderful and expert navigation we arrived safely in Glandore. Picked up a
mooring and once we were settled we sat back and spent the rest of the day
watching a rowing regatta. Have never done that before but found it quite
entertaining. The day turned out to be sunny and warm enough to put shorts on!
Early night.
Monday June 27/16. 0730.
Up! A Beautiful morning, warm and sunny had tea in the
cockpit and got underway at 1000 and had a grand sail (Main and Jib) around the
corner and down the coast to the village and harbour name after that famous
person CastleTownsend. We picked up a mooring and wiled away the day on board
as it was too windy to launch the dink. Actually we were too lazy. I messed
around with the ground for the link 1,000 battery monitor and managed to kill
the vhf and the engine shut off! Have no idea why disconnecting a ground wire
would kill those two pieces of electronics and leave everything else alone but
it did $%$#@&^*. And the link still tells me I only have 10.5 Volts in my
house bank of 3x 115AH 12V Brand New Batteries. Oh well on to the rest of the
day. Consoled myself with a weee dram and we had Lamb Burgers and mush for
dinner and whilst I was doing the dishes Yup you read right I was doing the
dishes the sailing vessel “Tara” with Bob an Herve sailed into the harbour. We
met them last year in Stornaway Scotland. A quick Gam as the current was quite
strong we exchanged destinations and they anchored further up stream.
Tuesday June 28/16. 0530!
Another one of those early morning departures that I
promised myself not to be doing this
year! How ever the tides do dictate when one should or should not leave. Just
ask Cnute. I did my usual morning routine and we got underway at 0630 for
Baltimore on a cold heavy rain morning. The rain was so heavy it pushed us down
into the sea by a good foot and my foulies couldn’t stand up to it! So as a
result we had a wet boat and a wetter me. You can all guess which got the
sympathy. I was told to look in the dictionary! Good thing it wasn’t a long
trip and we were moored in 8 ft of water off the town. A short time later ”Tara” A 50ish Alden sailed
in and asked us the depth I mentioned 8 they went oops we need 9 and away they
went for a deeper spot. I sweated a little bit as we were on the edge of 4 but
it turned out ok and we stayed afloat for the duration.
We launched the dinghy installed the 1973 Johnson fisherman
outboard two stroke engine. Engine because engines use fuel to run on either
externally or internally while a motor runs on electricity. But you all knew
that right? Anyway we sort of zoometted into the pontoon . Zoomett being a new
word invented by me to describe a ride in a dinghy against the wind and waves
with a passenger on board sitting in front of the driver in such a position so
as to stop and prevent any of the spray kicked up from striking said driver.
After said zoomett we safely arrived at the pontoon scrambled
onto same undressed and walked casually up the main street. Now at this point I
have to refresh your memories, Memories because there is probably one or two people
reading this. You remember the mid sea telephone call from Sally’s cousin
Caroline? Well it was an invitation to meet in Baltimore on the day of our
arrival as She, Uncle Mike and a couple of ladies whose names escape me at the
moment were in the area on holiday.
OK back to our arrival on shore. We did and then another
phone call and alakazam (that’s Arabic for holy cow) there they were. Hugs and
hand shakes all around and we went for a restaurant bought lunch of Seafood
chowder and coffee and a very nice quick visit. They left as they were off to a
posh party and we wandered out onto the street and who did we spy sitting
outside the pub but the crew of Tara and some other people. Jean Mark and Beatrix from Walenbix a small 22 footer from France we all had a
pint and then Sally and I went back out to the boat to a wait our arriving
crew.
At 2000 I zoomed into shore with Sally’s foulies and waited
for Dianne to arrive. She didn’t! I waited, She didn’t! I waited some
more,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the phone rang! Where are you? In Baltimore! What are you
doing there? Waiting for you, Where are you? Castletownsend! Why are you there?
Because you told me you would be here! No, I sent an email saying we would be
here. I didn’t get it! I’ll come there. I waited some more and around 2200 a
taxi pulled up Dianne got out. The gate wouldn’t work! Sent her over to the
next pontoon. She got into the foulies we zoometted out to the boat. All on
board finally.
The next morning Wed June 29 I sent the crew ashore and into
Thursday June 30/16 0800 up usual routine then at 0930 we dropped the mooring and off we went for Sherkin Island.
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