Sunday 15 October 2017

The last leg, from Lisbon to Torquay

The crew celebrating Derek's birthday


 
Cliff and Derek left the marina at Oeiras on the 11th August and sailed up to Leixoes, near Porto, making  overnight stops at the ports of Peniche, Nazare and Figueira da Foz. The journey was mostly under engine into a northerly wind and uneventful except for a persistent smell of rotten eggs coming from down below. At first they thought the smell was coming from the toilet, but they eventually tracked it down to an overheating starter battery. This needed replacing, an unwelcome expense given that we were about to sell the boat! 
 
At Leixoes they replaced the battery and then picked up their third crew member, Richard. Cliff had crewed for Richard and Rowena on Galene in 2012 , when they sailed across the Atlantic to the Caribbean, and now Richard was returning the favour by helping take Sandpiper across Biscay.

After an overnight stop in Viana do Castelo they sailed on to Bayona in northern Spain.  They spent three days here waiting out bad weather, but they did manage to fit in some good walks and an excellent seafood dinner to celebrate Derek’s birthday.
Strong winds kept them in harbour at Bayona
On 22nd August they sailed past Cape Finisterre to Camarinas on the north west tip of Spain. This was an ideal jumping off point for their passage across Biscay, so now it was just a question of waiting for the northerly winds to move round to the south or west to give them a good chance of making it all the way to the UK.

Derek and Richard waiting for the wind to change in Camerinas

Eventually, on 27th August, the forecast looked good and at 9am they motored out of Camerinas into the Bay of Biscay. At first the winds were too light to sail, but by 7.30pm they had the engine off and the sails reefed. Early in the morning of the 29th August the wind dropped again and the engine went back on. With little wind they were forced to motor sail for most of the next two days, and on the morning of the 30th August they decided to divert to L’Aberwrach on the north coast of France to refuel. They finally sailed into Torquay harbour at 12.15pm on Wednesday the 31st August.


Torquay harbour
20th September Today we made our last trip on Sandpiper, taking her from Torquay to the Retreat Boatyard, six miles up the River Exe.  Mike Lucas had recommended the yard to us and offered to come along for the ride. A boat with our depth can only get up to the yard on a spring tide, and even then we needed to time our arrival for the top of the tide to be sure there would be enough water in the channel.
We left before sunrise and arrived at the mouth  of the river at 8am. This was where things got interesting as not only was the river shallow, but there were some strong currents which sometimes made it difficult to keep within the narrow channel. All went relatively smoothly as we managed to spot the buoys which mark the very windy channel up to Topsham. But for the last half a mile between Topsham and the Retreat Yard there were no markers whatsoever, so we were left zigzagging through the moorings, with me hyperventilating each time the depth gauge hit zero and the  keel gently grazed the muddy river bed!  We gave a huge sigh of relief when the yard’s jetty finally came into view with the staff ready to take our lines.

Sandpiper is now on the hard, ready to be given a scrub and polish before she goes up for sale. It’s the end of a wonderful, four-and-half year adventure, but I’m sure there will be more adventures to come.

Friday 22 September 2017

From Gibralta to Portugal


The Portuguese town of Sines
 
30th July When we were on our way down to the Med in 2012, it took us almost three weeks to sail from the Atlantic Coast of Portugal to Gibraltar. This time it has taken us just four days to do the trip in reverse. Admittedly that included one night at sea, but it’s surprising how much progress you can make when you’re in ‘passage’ mode with no distractions.
We are now in the small port of Sines, which is about 55 miles south of Lisbon. Last time we were here there was a (very loud) folk music festival next to the marina which meant we had a broken night’s sleep. This time there’s an (even louder) rock festival, but we’re in luck as it finishes tomorrow.

Relaxing after a long sail
31st July After two days at sea, we were very tired last night and managed to sleep through the music. This morning we wandered into town and explored the castle and the narrow cobbled streets. It’s a lovely little town that’s famous for being the birthplace of the Portuguese explorer Vasco da Gama.
This afternoon I decided to catch up with the washing. I had forgotten how much the Portuguese love their paperwork - before handing over tokens for the washing machine and tumble drier, the marina office insisted on filling out a form listing my name, the boat’s name, our mooring number, when we arrived and when we were leaving. Having printed two copies of this out, one for me and one for the marina, they took my money. Then they filled out a second form noting how many tokens I had bought, what they were for and how much I had paid for them. Two more copies were printed and I was finally given the tokens. What a waste of trees!

Statue of Vasco da Gama in Sines
 
1st August One of the challenges of sailing north up the Atlantic coast is that the winds normally blow from the north or northwest (ie on the nose) and a 2-3 metre swell rolls in from the west. This makes for a rolly ride in mild winds and a very unpleasant sail when the wind rises to force 5 or 6, which it does almost every afternoon. 

I knew that sailing back up the Atlantic coast would mean daily bouts of seasickness for me, so Cliff and I have agreed that I’ll leave the boat and fly home when we get to Lisbon. We’ve arranged for our friends Derek and Richard to come out and help Cliff sail up the rest of the Atlantic coast and then across the Bay of Biscay to the UK.
Oeiras, near Lisbon, is our next (and my last) port of call and we estimate that it will take us around 10 hours to sail there. But we need to arrive before the afternoon wind kicks in, which means we will have a very early start in the morning.

2nd August We left our mooring in Sines at 2.15am.There was very little wind, but as soon as we cleared the harbour we met confused seas with a 3 metre swell and plenty of water over the deck. As we roller-coastered along in the pitch black, Cliff went below to catch up on some sleep while I stayed on the helm and fought down the nausea. After a couple of hours the sea state improved and by the time the sun rose at 6.30am I was beginning to enjoy the ride. We arrived at Oeiras at 1pm and I was glad to be safely in the marina before the afternoon winds began to blow.

The marina at Oeiras
4th August Oeiras is one of our favourite marinas. The moorings are sheltered, the staff are exceptionally helpful and there’s a good choice of eateries within the marina.  If you fancy a swim, there’s an excellent (free) swimming pool complex just above the marina or a series of fine sandy beaches to the west.

Son et lumiere at the Palace.
7th August We’ve had a busy few days tidying up the boat ready for the change of crew, but we’ve also fitted in trips to the beach and to the old town of Oeiras. Last night  we walked up to the Palace of the Marques de Pombal where there was an impressive sound and light show. A marked trail took you through the palace grounds and each building had a different scene projected on to it telling the story of the Marques and his family.
8th  August I fly home tomorrow but our friend Derek has now arrived and will be helping Cliff sail Sandpiper back to the UK.
 
 
 

Wednesday 20 September 2017

From Cartagena to Gibralta


Back in Cartagena
 16th July We have spent the last four days in Yacht Port Cartagena marina, a place that holds fond memories for us as it’s where we spent our first winter on Sandpiper in 2012. We had only planned on staying for one night here, but strong winds from the wrong direction have prevented us from leaving.

Cliff changing the nationality of the gas bottle
Cliff has made the most of our enforced stay by catching up with some boat jobs. One job was to paint the gas bottles. Each time our gas runs out we have to take the empty bottle to a supplier and swap it for a full one. But we have found that different countries have different coloured canisters: in Greece they are green and in Spain they are blue. When we came to exchange our green Greek bottle the local Spanish supplier refused to accept it. So, out came the blue paint, and now we have a bottle the right (Spanish) colour!


The beach at Garrucha
17th July Our departure from Cartagena this morning presented some challenges when the gearbox decided we could only move one way - in reverse! After doing some impressive reverse tactics to avoid other yachts and a very large cruise liner, we decided to return to the marina. Turning the engine on and off seemed to clear the problem, but we would be happier if we knew the cause. Our second departure was uneventful and we had a good sail down to Garrucha on the Costa Almeria.


View of the Rock from our boat
21st July We are now moored in the marina at La Linea, the Spanish town right next to Gibraltar. We have been given a prime spot tucked well inside the marina and we have a splendid view of the rock from our cockpit. Gibralta is only 8 miles from the African mainland and the narrow straits between the two countries have a predictable weather pattern. For the next five days the Poniente wind is due to blow from the west, making the passage through the narrow Straits difficult and possibly dangerous. Then the winds will change and the Levanter will blow from the East, offering us a fast, if slightly wild sail down the Strait. So we have five days to relax and enjoy Gibraltar.

Our DJ neighbour
23rd July Today we had a few drinks with our neighbour Paul Breen-Turner, an interesting character who lives on his boat in Spain and divides his time between working as a TV sports presenter and recording daily shows for English Speaking radio stations in Spain.  He actually records the programmes below deck, then emails them to his producer in London. Sounds like a good life to us!

 

Tuesday 5 September 2017

Dinghy troubles in Majorca


Porto Colom in Majorca
27th June After a very pleasant three weeks in the UK we flew back to Cagliari in Sardinia where we had left Sandpiper while we went home for our son Chris’s wedding. We now have an extra crew member as our good friend Derek has joined us for two weeks. We always enjoy his company, and it will be great having an extra person to share the night watches.

29th June We left Cagliari at sunrise this morning and by 4pm we were tied up in the marina at Carlo Forte, a pretty town on the island of San Pietro, just off the south west corner of Sardinia. Today is the festival of San Pietro and tonight we had a grandstand view of the spectacular firework display around  the walls of the harbour.
We had hoped to have more time to explore this little island, but the weather forecast shows that the wind direction is perfect for our two day crossing to Majorca, so we will be heading out to sea again tomorrow.
Cliff and Derek at Porto Colom
2nd July We had an uneventful crossing, once again the winds were lighter than predicted, so after a few good hours sailing we were back on the motor. We are now tied up to a buoy in Porto Colom on the south east coast of Majorca, it’s a lovely, sheltered bay that’s bordered by sandy beaches and pine trees.
After lunch and a celebratory beer we decided to go ashore to explore. Our dinghy has been rolled up under a cover on the foredeck and this was the first time we have used it this year.  As we inflated it one of the rowlocks (the attachments that hold the oars) literally peeled off, and when we pulled the other rowlock it peeled away too. Then we saw that some of the retainers for the grab ropes were starting to fall off. Not good news. But the dinghy itself appeared seaworthy, so we fitted the outboard engine and jumped in to go ashore.  The outboard refused to start, but, not one to be defeated, Cliff told Derek to grab an oar and together they paddled the boat ashore.
 

The rowlocks peeled off....


...and then the seams started to come apart

By the time we returned to the town jetty the dinghy had begun to deflate and it was a real struggle to paddle it back to the boat. We hauled it on deck and a closer inspection revealed that the seams of the dinghy were now beginning to come apart. The adhesive used to glue the dinghy together is clearly no match for the Mediterranean sun,  so it looks as though we will have to manage without a dinghy for the rest of our trip.

This crewing business is hard work

11th July We made good progress sailing from Majorca to the Spanish mainland and then spent a couple of days in Denia on the Costa Blanca while some strong winds passed through. Yesterday we sailed down to Santa Pola, a small port and holiday resort that’s handy for the airport. We will stay here until tomorrow when Derek leaves us to fly back from Alicante to the UK.

Sunday 13 August 2017

Sicily and the Messina Straits


Riposto with Mount Etna behind
 
29th May We left Argostoli at midday on the 27th May and arrived at Riposto in Sicily at 10.30 this morning.  We had a mixed voyage, with big, lumpy seas, strong wind on the nose, then light winds on the beam and finally no wind at all. We now have a splendid view of Mount Etna from our mooring here in the marina.
Taormina old town
30th May Today we took the train to Taormina, a picture postcard town perched on a rocky promontory high above the sea. It’s a lovely place, with carefully restored medieval buildings and former palaces that are now upmarket hotels. But it was also very hot and packed with tourists, so we were quite glad to return to the peace of Riposto.


Restored palace in Taormina

31st May Our next challenge was to sail through the Messina Straits, a narrow, 1 ½ mile gap between Sicily and Italy where the Ionion and Tyrrhenian seas meet. Our pilot book warned that a combination of strong tidal streams, whirlpools and sudden gusts of wind can make this a tricky place to sail. We had heard of boats literally sailing backwards in the current, so it was essential that we got our timing right and travelled through with the tide behind us.

We crept out of the marina at first light at 6.15am, it would take five hours to reach the Straits and the plan was to hug the Sicilian coast for as long as we could. After a pleasant hour’s sail the waves began to increase and the wind veered so that it was almost on the nose. The boat soon became uncomfortable and we decided to change course and head across to the Italian coast. At first the motion improved, but then the sea state deteriorated until the waves were so steep that Sandpiper’s  nose was being buried deep in the waves while her stern was raised so high that the propeller was barely touching the water. At the same time waves crashed over cockpit and we crouched under the sprayhood trying to avoid getting drenched.

These were some of the worst sea conditions we had faced, and we briefly discussed whether we should turn back, but we decided to keep going in the hope it would improve. Three hours later, as we neared the Italian coast the wind finally began to ease and the waves reduced. By the time we entered the Strait itself, the sea was almost flat and there was only a whisper of wind. 


Rather blurry photo of a sword fishing boat

As we headed towards the little Italian port of Bagnara, our destination for the night , we passed several traditional sword fishing boats. They have surprisingly tall masts with men on a lookout platform at the top, and a very long bow sprit with another man precariously balanced on the end, ready to harpoon the unsuspecting  swordfish. The hull of the boat is quite narrow and you wonder how on earth they manage to keep the whole thing upright. Oh, and talking of keeping upright, I almost fell over the side of our boat trying to take this picture!

The beach at Cefalu

The lovely old town of Cefalu

3rd June We are now in the pretty resort town of Cefalu on the north coast of Sicily. We were glad we arrived early yesterday as there is a big regatta this weekend and by 6pm the marina was full.  We’ve had a pleasant day exploring the old town, relaxing on the beach and watching the boats race offshore. Tomorrow we hope to leave for Sardinia.

6th June We left Cefalu before sunrise with a promise of light winds on the quarter. The wind soon died and we were forced to motorsail for the whole of the two day trip across to Sardinia. On the morning of the second day the engine suddenly stopped and we discovered oil in the bilges. After an hour with his head in the engine bay Cliff eventually found the source of the problem – a leak in the oil pump gasket. He was unable to fix it so we decided to top up with oil every few hours. There was no wind and we were getting through oil at an alarming rate, so it was touch and go whether we would make it to port without the engine stopping.  I found this particularly worrying as our approach to land was littered with dangerous rocks! Luckily we just managed to limp into Villasimius and got a birth overnight.  Then this morning we bought more oil before sailing on down to Cagliari where we will leave the boat for three weeks while we go back to the UK for our son’s wedding.
 

 

Monday 10 April 2017

Argostoli and frisky turtles


 
The lake at Argostoli

10th May We are now moored in the harbour of Argostoli on the island of Cephalonia. We had an easy, four day sail down through the Gulfs of Corinth and Patras, but with little wind we had to resort to the motor at times.  We were entertained by pods of dolphins who came to play in our bow wave and we spotted several turtles feeding on the plentiful supply of jellyfish. Just as well it’s still too cool to swim!

11th May The wind got up today and the flotilla boat next to us began to drag on its anchor and drifted onto us.  There was no-one on the boat, but we finally persuaded another crew from the flotilla to go on board and haul in the anchor before Sandpiper was damaged. When one of the boats on the other side of us also started dragging we decided it was time to move, so we’ve motored across to the abandoned marina on the far side of the harbour which offers much better protection from the wind.



Sandpiper in the marina at Argostoli

12th May The marina is very peaceful. It’s on the opposite side of the bay to the town and is backed by green hills. It was built some years back with grants from the EU, but was abandoned when it was time to pay back the loans! There’s no water or electricity, but the concrete pontoons are sturdy and stop most of the surge when the wind whips down through the bay. It's home to several ‘ghost’ boats that have been impounded by the police for drug smuggling then simply left to rot. There are also a few cruisers here who, like us, are making the most of a free mooring.  Beyond the marina the space left for offices and a car park has now been reclaimed by nature and provides a grazing ground for the local sheep.
Sheep grazing by the marina

13th May Our walk into town today took us across the long bridge that separates an inland lake from the sea.  We knew this was a popular spot for turtles and as we scanned the water we spotted what looked like a big, oddly shaped turtle thrashing about in the water. After a moment we realised there were actually two turtles and they were mating! We’ve been told these loggerhead turtles come to the quiet waters of lake each year to mate. Later the females will go to the beaches beyond the town to lay their eggs.

The turtles in action

Our plan is to sail from here straight to Sicily. It's a two day sail heading due west, but guess where the wind is coming from for the next few days? The west. So it looks as though we will be spending a bit more time in Argostoli.


Donna catching up with the washing


15th May We are still in Argostoli waiting for the weather to improve. Waiting can be tedious, but we are lucky to have a lovely couple in the boat next door who have kept up sane.  Donna and Ricky arrived after a pretty gruelling sail down from Sicily, so they are taking some time out before heading up through the islands.
19th May We hired a car today to drive around the island. The weather was mixed, with heavy clouds threatening rain, but the island is just as beautiful as we remembered.

The pretty port of Assos

23rd May This morning we noticed a new boat moored in the bay and a quick check with the binoculars confirmed it is Sulaire, home to Charlie and Alison who spent the winter with us in Cartagena three years ago. Needless to say, this called for a few drinks in the bar to catch up with all the news. They too are planning to cross to Sicily once the wind has moved round.



It was great to see Charlie an Alison again


26th May The wind has finally turned, so we will be heading towards Sicily tomorrow. We can’t wait to be out at sea again!



 

Tuesday 4 April 2017

NIght time intruders at Korfos


Korfos
3nd May 2016 We have sailed to Korfos, which is just round the headland from our next destination:  the Corinth Canal. But after a night in the port we hear that gale force winds are forecast for the canal area over the next two days, so we decide to head back to Epidaurus and explore inland.  As we turn the corner out of the bay the wind is on the nose and the horizon disappears into a wall of white.  Then the wind speed suddenly accelerates from 10 to 40 knots, the rain pelts down and the sea begins to crash over the bows.  We don’t fancy the idea of this for another two hours, so we turn back again and tie up on the pontoon Korfos.

The 'pirate' fishing boats
 
4th May I am woken at 2am by the sound of footsteps on the deck. I climb up the companionway steps and find two Greek men busy undoing our lines! I shout at them to stop, but all they can say is ‘fish’! I then notice that the small motor launch that was moored behind us has been tied alongside our boat. My shouts of ‘No!’ wake Cliff who joins me in trying to evict the men. Eventually Eric, a Norwegian from another boat on the pontoon, arrives along with Takis, the Greek owner of the motor launch. Much shouting ensues in Greek, and Eric explains that the intruders are fishermen from the island of Salamis near Athens, who want to rearrange the boats on the pontoon to make room for their two large fishing boats so they can offload their catch. Eventually we reluctantly agree to move. We later hear that these fishermen are not welcome in Korfos as the pontoon was built for leisure sailors who provide essential income for the many restaurants.

Liz at Palamidi Fort

Liz would like to visit Nafplion, so in the morning we take a cab across to this lovely old town, first stopping at Palamidi Fort that sits high above Nafplion and offers stunning views of the town and the Argolic Gulf.  Then we drive down to the port and wander through the narrow streets admiring the Venetian architecture which has survived from the 14th Century.

Nafplion town

5th May At 6am we are woken by footsteps on deck again! The fishermen are busy tying Takis’ boat alongside ours and insist that we should move back. We are planning to leave this morning and so we stand firm – we will move forward so that they can berth behind us, but we cannot have the motorboat tied alongside us. At 10am Takis appears with the police. The fishermen took his boat off the pontoon and anchored it out in the bay - he is furious! The police interview Cliff to confirm what happened and then talk sternly to the fishermen. They are still shouting at each other as we head out of the port towards the Corinth Canal.

Liz helming Sandpiper through the Corinth Canal
Our transit through the canal goes smoothly and Liz gets a chance to take the helm. We are soon tied up on the port at Corinth where we are going for a farewell meal with Liz before she leaves to take her flight to the UK tomorrow.

6th May 2016 We were up early this morning to wave goodbye to Liz as she took a taxi to the Metro station to go to Athens.  Later we discovered that Liz arrived at the station to find the Metro is on strike! Luckily her taxi hadn’t left, so she jumped back in and headed for the bus station, where she finally found a seat on a bus to Athens.