Here’s a timely reminder, before we set off back to sea later this month, that we live on a sailing boat, not a floating house. A few seconds of today’s gale force 8, gusting to 60 knots on occasion, in what is normally a sheltered marina. It’s like being at sea… (ish). Listen to it with the sound turned up to get an idea of what it’s like and imagine your house moving like this. It’s like a continuous earthquake.
Here’s the new nautical cat flap I’ve just installed in the pilot house door. It’ll double as a window so below decks can be seen from the helm and vice versa, plus extra secure ventilation at night. We just need to get the cat to use it now.
Enjoying a visit to a neighbouring boat.
We’ve been in the Northumberland Gazette three times now with articles covering our adventures with Yves. The last article was picked up by a press organisation and syndicated across the UK with articles appearing in the Sun, Daily Mail and then a live interview this morning with ITV’s Good Morning Britain. Lotty was putting the positive case for following ones dream and changing your life. Here are some screen shots.
We’ve kept our Facebook page, sailingyves, up to date but we’ve been horribly lax with our website blog. We promise to do better but here is a big summary to bring us up to date.
Since leaving Sao Jacinto we sailed down the coast of Portugal and then Spain to Gibraltar. We then sailed into the Mediterranean up the coast of Spain then crossing to Ibiza, Majorca, Menorca, Sardinia and now we are wintering in Siciliy. A picture paints a thousand words, so here are a few.
Hector and Phoebe in a brilliant park in Cascais, Portugal
Lighthouse on the coast as we sailed
Leaving Lagos in Portugal with extra family on board
At anchor near Cadiz (Puerto Sherry)
In the Marina at La Linda, right next to Gibraltar
At anchor and play in Ibiza
Sailing with our friends Steph, Mark and Alexander who came to see us in Majorca
View from Yves when we were stuck in Alcudia in Majorca for five weeks – There are worse places to be stuck…
Nana Vi came to visit for a week in Majorca
Stuck in a wonderful place for five weeks was a blessing is disguise because it made us relax rather than continue on our relentless sail
Escaped to Mahon, Menorca where we had a wonderful time, back on the journey once more
A montage from Sardinia, a very quiet anchorage and the first signs that the holiday season was over. Most of the town was closed.
And then to Marina di Ragusa in Sicily at the end of October for the winter. Yves is fourth from bottom right. Below are some of the things we’ve seen and done so far.
And lastly and most lately, our new ship’s cat, Pickle. She is named after HMS Pickle, the ship that brought home news of Trafalgar and the demise of Nelson. She’s a wonderful addition to the crew.
A beautiful still night, this photograph taken from the taffrail across to the industrial side of the river.
Very difficult waves made us divert to Sao Jacinto. A little harbour and a small town. We've been here a few day and have explored the little village, found a nice beach and been to the Venice of Portugal, Aveiro.
Fog is keeping us here until Sunday, tomorrow.
Past Cape Finisterre and down the coast on an overnight sail.
Porto is a lovely city. We had a day in a park and a couple of lazy days around the marina eating, playing and sorting the boat out.
Next we head off for Cascais.
We arrived and anchored in Camarinas, had a lovely evening meal in the town after an afternoon at the beach and then went to sleep on-board. Next morning we had a lie-in with a lovely relaxing lunch, again in the town and despite the continuing overnight brisk wind. When we returned to Yves at 3pm, we found her anchor had inexplicably lost its hold on the sea bed and horrifically she was beached 500 metres from where we had left her! Literally beached!!! We got there minutes after she had touched the sand, but she was stuck fast, we tried everything to get her off, fearing we would lose her, our home and all our dreams there and then.
But we should have put the lottery on because she sat between rocks, 20 metres each side, yet she beached on soft golden sand and she was still in one metre of water at low tide (6pm), so didn't hit the ground to damage her port side either. We lived on the walls for a while and we got her off at about 9:45pm when the tide came back in.
What an absolute nightmare. Sorry for the long post, but this is a short summary of events, which included me being interviewed by a Galician regional newspaper.
Also a big THANK YOU to:
– Giles Rezzoagli, a wonderful French gentleman from a neighbouring yacht who helped turn her with our dinghy and a long rope – We hope you enjoy the wine!
– Camarinas Search and Rescue who turned up in the afternoon and gave us some sensible advice in a very calming way and helped get her anchor out 50 metres into the bay with our tender, which again helped us turn her seaward when she floated.
We are all fine, Lotty was fantastic, managing to follow my quick-fire shouted instructions whilst trying to get her off the beach at the beginning. Hector and Phoebe-Plum were amazing, waiting patiently in a boat at a silly angle and unable to stand up for nearly six hours. Yves is amazingly totally undamaged, not a creak or a bump from her from start to finish.
We will never know why the anchor broke free. We had more than enough chain out, but it's an old design. I need to thoroughly investigate this to ensure it never happens again. I can't wait to be off this Galician death coast – Costa da morte…
We set sail for Porto a few days later after a wonderful but eventful stay in Camarinas, a place we will never forget.
High winds on our next leg got us diverting to Corme. A little town with a harbour but no marina. We tried to anchor, but were demanded to go to the quay by the harbourmaster. As it turns out, he did that with no other visiting yachts, just Yves. I suspect we were a great addition to their fiesta that started the next day. We had hundreds of locals coming to look at Yves over the three nights and four days we were there. Fiesta went on one night until 6am, and wow was it loud! Fiesta celebrated the local barnacle, which is a bit Little Britain…
We went to the beaches and enjoyed the little town, but it was very windy on the quay. We did have a lovely time there and it was great to be somewhere without other tourists.
Our next stop, Camarinas