"...rain and fog dissipating at midnight....."

So often we have heard those words - it seemed we'd go to the grave with the damned things but 3 days ago the weather changed and we've had hot sunshine and even the locals are complaining about the heat. And now here we are in Makkovik and reaching decision time about where to point the bow.....

We left our good friends Randy and Karen in Neddy Harbour with a promise to return soon. They'd certainly made us welcome and hours were spent, as we drifted slowly through the night, chatting about how well we'd "clicked" and why that happens with some and not with others. No answer other than that's how it is but we miss them already. But we eventually worked our way up the coast and then across toward Labrador. A timely VHF call from Russ and Alison the friends we hadn't yet met, persuaded us to change our plans and we sailed into Red Bay to finally meet up, share a meal and a drink before parting company the following morning. We sailed on up in thick fog breaking the monotony by chatting to R&A who were miles ahead....again a call from Russ as we shaped up to head into Charles Hbr informed us that the dense fog would lift and blue skies and sunshine prevailed if we sailed another few miles north. And it did as we passed Battle Harbour, revealing a large 6 metre lump of low ice a little more than 400 metres ahead. Sometimes you just get lucky! We tied up to a fishing boat in Fox Harbour and parted company yet again the following morning as they sailed away into the distance.

We put in a long day a we knew the winds would turn against us and made it to Punchbowl for the night. Serious misgivings surfaced in the last couple of hours as the wind turned against us, became squally and rainy....but we made it, tied up, walked the boat round to a better, more protected spot and slept. The following day a wander up onto the nearby hills after a few hours collecting wood for the stove rewarded twice. Great views, only slightly obscured by a biting cold and fog, and a chance to kip in the afternoon. Rudely interrupted by a voice ordering us to get up! So sound asleep we hadn't heard the boat Robin and Jackie were crewing on arrive!! BIG celebrations all round and so good to see them both.

Grady Harbour

We left a sleeping Alca i (the boat R&J were on) sleeping and headed out at 5am for another long day finally anchoring in Grady Harbour. A local family from Cartwright were there and came across to remind us they seen us last year at another nearby anchorage and gave us the wild greens they'd just picked.

 We stayed in Grady a couple of days sheltering from adverse weather, happy that the stream always seemed to run the same way - south

The trip from Grady is the one we commented on last year; across relatively open water with numerous rocks to keep you on your toes. This time the weather was less threatening and we enjoyed the trip up to Smokey Tickle. We spent a couple of days there, then onto Emily before tackling the longish bit to Webeck Harbour. The wind allowed us to sail and we spent most of it without the main. As the wind was SW we knew that Cape Harrison would intensify any wind there was and so it was. From a gentle pootle of 3knots+ we were suddenly screaming along at 7knots. Unlike last year the ice has been almost absent, a few growlers and the odd iceberg but not so scarce as to make us think that night sails might be an option..... We anchored and had a windy night as the winds continued to blow hard off the mountain. The following morning seemed to promise a fast sail but we could see flat water beyond the white caps where we were anchored. However our departure was delayed by a few hours as Toots began to take a sudden interest in one of the food cupboards.....we began removing food suspecting the worse and had it confirmed when, after 6 cupboards had been emptied we suddenly saw a mouse.  A live mouse...a live, very agile mouse who evaded capture. As we knew we'd be holed up for a day or so at the next stop we replaced everything and headed out. It was a quiet day sailing, almost boring but enlivened by Bee coming across our stowaway (brought on board by El Tooty at Smokey) attempting to get into the rice. Quick thinking had her dragging rice and mouse onto the deck whereupon it took off with Bee in pursuit. The next few hours were an episode in idiocy as we tried to catch the mouse and it didn't want to be. It would race at speed between the windlass and the skylight as one or other of us tried to catch the thing. We'd already blocked off any entry to below decks but the mouse remained free. At one point Toots joined in the "chase" but her effectiveness was amply demonstrated when the mouse rushed her from behind with me in pursuit, ran across her tail and disappeared. She turned in confusion at this but seemed unable to react in time to do anything. Then gave up any sign of interest and sloped off. The mouse remained at large and we got on with the business of getting somewhere. Our destination proved to be a difficult entrance, narrow, rock and shoal bound with rock faces that helped intensify the wind enough to make progress difficult for us. At the last moment my nerve failed and we abandoned and headed down to Makkovik. A wise choice. It was only 5 miles further on and we were elated to see Russ and Alison in Andante tied up alongside, there was space on the dock for us and we were able to spend the evening swapping war stories. The following day we all walked up the hill for a great overview and had a sunbathe on the warm rocks. Payback came with vicious bites from the flies that are everywhere and then the day after Wanderbird arrived for the start of their 17 day trip to Northern Labrador, Baffin and onto Disko Bay.

Departure day and Andante left some time before us as we wandered over to Wanderbird to say our "tarras" but our destination for the day was Roses Island so they were waiting up on the hill as we sailed in. One of the problems up here is any reduction in wind as you close the land in accompanied by an unwelcome increase in mozzies. I marvelled at Russ and Alison, seemingly immune to the damned things as they strolled along the hilltop taking photos (they're professional film makers) Even down on the shore side or in the kayak they didn't seem to allow the bugs to bother them and it wasn't until they kayaked over as I was laying out more anchor rode that I realised they were wearing bug nets over their heads!  SENSIBLE!!

The only way to dress to avoid the "flies"...

We left early the following morning for the Hopedale area, soon after followed by Andante. They assumed we were heading for Greenland but we'd opted to come back onto the "route usually followed" line rather than cutting through a tickle. What a day of sailing! Good winds, lots of sail and speeds of 7 knots meant the usually faster Andante struggled to catch us as both crews enjoyed the sunshine and wind. A call from them suggesting we carry on rather than stop early had us passing Hopedale and them taking another cut through. At one point Russ urgently gestured to come off our track and I assumed they knew of a navigational danger that we'd overlooked but they were in their professional role and wanted shots of us from a particular angle. We spent the next few miles being filmed and if the film they showed us of their previous trip to Labrador is anything to go by we can't wait to see the results. The day moved on, the wind eased and the rain came. We plugged on under engine and then spotted Alca i on the AIS and so we all ended up for one night at least in the same anchorage. Mozzies, raining but good protection from the westerlies that were running. Unfortunately the forecast was for 35 knots from the NW by the following night and after some discussion both Hannah and Andante left at 5 am to return to the Hopedale area where we felt shelter was better. Disappointing but with the forecasts being so iffy it was felt that the next harbour up would offer an unknown level of protection, particularly for two boats, and we opted for caution. Alca i came down some hours later, using the wharf in Hopedale whilst we anchored in Tooktoosner Bay, south of the town. That evening Bee spotted Wanderbird on its way into the harbour! It seems remarkable to us that we should keep bumping into friends up here, last year we saw no one until we'd begun the return trip.

July 30th. We've moved on a little further north (57 49.79N 62 03.85W) anchored in Calm Cove or Horr Harbour as its also known.

Calm Cove living up to its name

We've had some cracking days, wonderful anchorages, interesting navigation and stunning scenery. As Rick of Wanderbird said "When you get past Nain it's a whole different world" If you ever get the slightest chance to sail this port of the world - GRAB IT- you won't be sorry. The navigation is interesting as the charts we're using, borrowed from Henry Fuller in Baddeck, are all old. Nothing wrong with them at all and we'd have been banjaxed without them but charts this old are not GPS compatible and I'm really enjoying sailing along with a chart in me 'and comparing where we might be with the surrounding hills etc. Quite takes me back to me youth!!

So we've been into Nain, so many boats in we had to anchor off but that was ok - we left the following morning with Russ and Alison for points north and anchored that night in a tiny cove at the top of the Port Manvers Run. A few days on and we're now anchored ready to go through the Mugford Tickle where, we have been assured, polar bears will be seen..........so far "only" black bears but ice has made its re-appearence, in fact we're sharing the anchorage with a few growlers; one of which is now much smaller as Russ kayaked out to hack off few big chunks for the evening drink.

Aug 1st. Well we went through the Mugford Tickle but no bears to be seen

Whilst wildlife has been scarce, hardly any whales, few seals but zillions of mozzies to the point  of distraction. The weather too is fairly cool bordering on cold, even during the day and thermals are generally needed. The average summer temperature seems to be about 50F or 10C....

 On up the coast we wandered and finally into Hebron. A shock to see so many people on the shore and a passenger boat at anchor! Andante (Russ and Alison and his sister Debbie) were already at anchor and we dragged our dinghy off to ferry both crews ashore. The other vessel had left by the time we arrived and we were greeted by the summer resident caretaker, Buddy and his sons Julius and Simieone. Buddy showed us round the site, at one time an important Moravian settlement and now being slowly "restored". After some assurance from Buddy and safe in the knowledge that at least one of our group had bear bangers, whistlers and other scaring devices he said we should be ok to walk to the top of one of the many nearby hills.... Neither me or Bee has really considered the problem of Polar Bears. They exist up here but as we rarely frequent the shore (Why do you do this? someone once asked...) Russ and Alison had considered the problem to a much greater extent as they do often go ashore and had thus come prepared. So we wandered up the hill, accompanied by Buddy's husky dogs for a while. Great views but no bears. The following morning we heard Buddy roar by in his little boat and Bee stuck her head out to have a look. Buddy was seeing off a Polar bear that had been foraging in his camp!! They followed it at a distance as the bear swam across the harbour and onto the rocks and then loped up the hill at a rapid rate of knots - FAR faster that any of us could run on a flat surface I suspect!!! Yowser - our first siting of a bear, honey coloured rather than white but impressive! No more walking in them hills for us.

 On further north, a quiet night in Maidmont Island and then onto Saglek fiord, working our way past a large 'berg aground off the tickle . Drifting quietly along at a couple of knots we were shocked to hear a VHF conversation between the base camp at Saglek and a ship. We knew there was some sort of base camp here as the Canadians maintain a DEW station (Distant Early Warning) though to what purpose I've no idea. Its a large radar set up, visible from a long way off and manned ALL year round. As we passed the anchorage we saw a large ship leaving, heading down to the other, main anchorage. And so it was that on the day we arrived in what we thought would be a quiet anchorage we found two local boats, the Clipper Adventurer and us and Andante sharing the space.

Saglek Base Camp for Parks Canada

The Clipper A was a charted ship for students studying ice conditions and had come from Iceland via Greenland and on their way to Ungava Bay. Parks Canada now have a sort of tourist site set up at Saglek where hikers can come to use as their base to explore the surrounding area. Transport from the base is either by local boat (from Nain) or by helicopter. We'd seen and heard a number of "choppers" in the last few days coming and going from here and even a small plane from time to time. A big barbeque was planned for the evening and everyone was invited. Russ, Alison and Debbie took advantage of the organised hiking, complete with armed bear guides, (Russ had called us on the vhf to tell us about the free bear guides but we'd misheard and thought he'd said Free Beer Guides....) to go up the hills whilst we stayed on board in time honoured Hannah tradition. Folks from the ship came by to talk to us and one of the local boats offered to run us in for the barbeque.....not sure why I accepted (Bee doesn't do large social gatherings) but I did and as we got closer and the hundred or so people on the shore could be clearly seen it struck me forcibly that almost all of them were wearing bug nets - a sort of net curtain that you drape over your head to keep the "critters" from devouring you....I lasted about 15 minutes before blagging a lift in one of the ships zodiacs to escape the torment. As I sit here the purple net we have across the companionway entrance is festooned with the damned things. And I've just agreed to go hiking with the Andante's (Russ says its a gentle stroll up a slight incline to the waterfall - I don't believe him)

Friday Aug 5 Anchored off Kangalasoirvik Island 58 27N 62 54W

We left Saglek this morning after mulling over things. When we borrowed the charts from Henry we didn't check how far north we could get but assumed we'd picked up all we needed to get to Cape Chidley...well we haven't and our paper charts end at this anchorage. The electronic charts for Labrador that we have show no detail so navigation is a bit iffy to say the least; we're also down to our last 100 litres of fuel so probably enough to get back to Nain if we're careful and this far north it is very difficult for us to get weather forecasts. How ever much we despair at the lack of accuracy at least when you're getting something you're hopeful that some sort of warning would come of an impending blow....yes of course we have a barometer and we watch it closely but the direction it might come from helps. The anchorages in this part of the world are generally deep and rarely land locked so anchoring requires careful consideration and a lot of scope.

Sunday 7 Aug. No sooner had I written about deep anchorages and lotsa scope when we find ourselves in one! We pootled up the coast, off the chart and into the sort of unknown. Chatted to a tug we'd seen in Nain, now bound for Quebec having come back down from Ungava Bay or further north. He kindly rang back later with an updated weather forecast although we didn't really get the winds we'd hoped for. Into Ramah Fiord and a hail on the vhf from Andante alerted us to a mother and cub making their way up a steep climb from a shingly beach; as we were some distance away the snaps we took are a tad.... Ramah was another important Moravian site although no buildings now exist and its position in the pilot books is vague but both boats plugged on. A likely spot seemed to have too much fetch from the now building wind and we moved on further into the fiord and were rewarded by the sight of 3 polar bears, 1 a cub, lying around in the sunshine on a grassy knoll. We anchored, with great difficulty behind the knoll in very deep water which shoaled rapidly to less than 10' (3 metres) in seconds. Our depth sounder sometimes won't work in muddy conditions and this was one of them. Andante were anchored, having dropped in 35' but were now sat in 76'....we dropped, lay out most of our scope so lay at the end of 220' (70 metres) and then tried to work out the depth we were in.....'bout a 100' (30metres) give or take. Not perfect but we were holding, the bottom from the lead and line showed mud so we'd be ok. Unless the wind swung hard into the north of course. Soon after the passenger boat we'd first seen in Hebron arrived with a party of hikers and dropped them ashore, confirming on the vhf that the whole fiord had deep water and our chosen spot was no better or worse than any other.

Bee spent a lot of time watching from the companionway for bears and was rewarded with the sight of the 3 we'd seen earlier now wandering along the "beach" adjacent to where we were anchored; rolling in the grass, paddling in the shallows and relaxing. Our imagery of polar bears seems to be one of huge creature on ice but never of them wandering the hills, scrambling over rocks etc.

Bishops Mitre from our anchorage

So this morning we awoke, in this the most stunning scenery of Labrador, where the highest mountain at 5500' (1535m) lies at the head of the bay; where the views from sea of the huge mountains sweeping straight down into the sea are unbelievable, where nothing could be seen 'cos we were in thick fog. And raining. And you had to feel sorry for those hikers the boat dropped off; camped across the bay from us ( "I thought this would be a wilderness and we've got 2 boats anchored here...")too far away to see last nights bear frolics, raining, foggy, and having to deal with the flies and mozzzies!

11 Aug

Back in Ramah after a couple of days in Nachvak Fiord. We sailed a few hours behind Andante and were lucky enough to see 2 adult and 1 young Polar bear steadily climbing up a steep scree slope. As ever in life the young 'un lagged behind no doubt grumbling to itself. In the anchorage the Andante's had been keeping an eye on a huge male that was occupying the shore... Before we'd been this far we all thought the $300 a day fee for a bear watcher to be expensive - in the Torngat area where we now are yachts are not allowed to take weapons ashore even though this is where they might be most needed. Funny how our opinions have changed; if you want to go walking up here I think $300 is a bargain for a local person, armed, who understands the terrain and is familiar with bears. The morning after we anchored Bee heard a noise and thought Toots had fallen in and got up to investigate. Unzipping the canvas flap that covers the companionway we and the swimming bear where both startled to see each other and later in the day Russ had gone off for a kayak around the bay and we were all horrified to see him blithely paddling back toward a feeding bear we'd spotted. He made it safely back, the bear continued feeding and entertaining us as he surface dove and waggled his back paws in the air in an effort to get deeper.

Polar bear feet as it dives for mussels

Up early the next day we began our long trip south, for us it'll be some 1500 miles before we get back to the US, Andante opting to leave the boat in Newfoundland for the winter but we both faced the same beat into a SE wind over a SE running current. With this combination the seas built rapidly and as we lag behind our quicker travelling buddies we copped the worst of it. We thought we might be able to make it further south but as water continued to flood over the deck the prospect of a quiet anchorage was too much and we followed them some hours later into the anchorage. Not the one we'd used before but this time off the old settlement. A water party went ashore to get fresh water from the fast running water fall, wash hair and wander about whilst I kept a lookout for any bear that may come along. We had considered night sails as the wind is generally quieter and as the middle of August approaches we really should be making tracks. But leaving Nachvak yesterday we came across several car sized growlers and then approaching the Ramah fiord we saw a massive ice island. So big it created a smooth patch of water as we beat down one side of it. We think this was still floating but that and the growlers put paid to any thoughts of night sails until we get MUCH further south.

Up this morning at 4, even though the wind had been blowing all night and we both knew it might be pointless. It was but as I wandered out to take the chimney down, minutes after I'd got up and happened to see 2 white blobs in the water close to the bowsprit..... a couple of curious adult bears watching the boat and giving me a shock at the same time. Too dark to photograph and I'm suddenly aware that Toots has wandered up on deck and we're upwind of the things! Luckily Bee was inside and by the forehatch and snatched Toots up and below decks before the pb's decided to investigate. I kid you not when I say these things have paws the size of her (Toots that is).

15 Aug.

Approaching Mugford Tickle after another 4am rise and a day of motoring. We've had a couple of great anchorage's.  One just north of the Saglek fiord which affords very protection and reasonable depths with good holding. The journey down was a combination of light wind sailing/drifting with a fair amount of fog thrown in. But the highlight was presented when still some 7 miles from the island we were heading for and about 3 miles off the mainland Bee spotted 2 polar bears swimming, against the current. in a northerly direction! We assume they had come from the nearest island and were making their way north but startling to see them so far off shore. It may well be common behaviour but we know so little about them that everything we see is new. As we passed Shuldham Island we saw 2 more wandering along the ridge, making that 15 polar bears we've seen this year. Or ever!!

Cape Uivik early morning 58 29N 62 34W

A beat the following morning, followed by more motoring had us tied up alongside Andante for a couple of night as we let a stiff SE go through before resuming the plod south today. Luckily Russ has a good ssb so is able to get weather forecasts as we get nothing on the VHF this far north of Nain. Unfortunately the weather is a continual supply of SE winds with little prospect of change. Thankfully Andante had brought a lot of fuel with them and loaned us 40 litres or our prospects of getting to Nain to refuel would be slight. The weather, already cool, has begun to get colder and night sails don't bear thinking about.

The terrain here is partly awe inspiring, partly terrifying. No trees have been seen for several days and the rock has moss but little else it seems. An incredible harsh environment that few people have ever inhabited. Innuit and Innui peoples roamed, surviving on hunting and fur trade I think but reading of white exploration is a humbling experience in todays world of GPS and Sat. phones; of winter temperatures of -64F, starvation meals of leather soaked overnight and eaten for breakfast.....

Aug 20.

Anchored in Challenger Cove, Port Manvers.

One more polar bear to add to the list, numerous black bears and a couple of days of tough going. The 2 boats split up for a day as we chose different anchorages to sit out a blow meant to be coming through. It didn't materialise but we spent the night in Nutack fiord and thoroughly enjoyed the spot. Had to beat out as the wind tends to funnel down it but had an interesting time as we cleared the channels and reached open water to be met by large swells and a confused sea caused by said swells hitting the land and bouncing back out to be met by the next swell trying to get to land. A wet old time... Both boats opted to head for Dawes Harbour as the entry into Port Manvers in the current wind would not be pleasant. Little did we know! Dawes Harbour lived up to its description in the pilot book "...subject to swell..." and how! Its a small harbour and even though the wind was coming off the land the swells still entered resulting in a bouncy night, made worse by the knowledge that the wind was due to shift to the east and would be blowing straight into the entrance. A quandary; do we stay or go? For a variety of reasons, getting dark, difficult entrance to leave, possibility of bergy bits and no where to go in the near area meant we stayed but not much sleep was had by either crew. Bee utilised the time by making bread and various treats at 3am and both boats headed out soon after 5am for the south. The wind had gone round to the east but was light and we punched out way out into a lumpy sea to finally clear the place. Andante forged ahead (they're about half Hannah's weight but have the same size engine and with a tightly sheeted, reefed main and stays'l set a crackin' pace). We were doing ok and with the engine running and 3 sails set were plodding along in a lumpy sea with insufficient wind. The seas were big, some of the swells must have been 30'+ (9m) in length as Hannah would slide down them and bury the bowsprit...too much like the blows off Greenland for comfort thank you. Around 11 we got a call from Andante warning us the entrance to Port Manvers was a maritime hell with breakers and surf everywhere. The seas were breaking hard over Willis Islands that block a lot of the entrance plus the surf and bouncing waves off either side of the 800 metres wide inlet was making it difficult. They'd managed to work out a strategy for getting in, avoiding the two underwater rocks with 9'(2.8m) and 11'(3.2m) clearance and were now in smooth water. Oh and just to add to the mix the current is running against you entering!!. As we were still some 9 miles from that point and a lot further in beating terms we hoped that things might have changed by the time we got there. Eventually we did after a relentless day spent working our way gradually south. I was reminded (frequently) of Illingworth's (yacht designer) comment of the ability of Colin Archer's to go to windward..." like a cow in a bog...". Make it a ketch and it gets worse!  But, as in all things, we slowly got there worked our way around Willis Rocks and into a confused and lumpy sea and into the safety of the inner passage. The chart we had of this area is a B&W from 1985, is not compatible with GPS (positions show us to be moving sedately across the land) and the tiny detail of the entrance is further made worse by the fold in the chart. But Russ had given a clear description of how they dealt with it and it made our life easier as we worked our way in. A short quiet sail of 5 miles was our reward and we dropped the anchor about 6pm in 5 metres of green water.  

24 Aug. Heading south from Nain, little wind but chance to view the surrounding hills, trees and greenery. How different from a few days north of here.

31 Aug. Moving south after sheltering from the remains of Hurricane Irene. Both boats headed for Meshers Harbour, an almost landlocked, deep pool surrounded by trees and were joined the following day by a local fishing boat. It was secure and uneventful (as these things, thankfully, so often are) and we headed out at first light this morning for Webeck.

The last week has been mixture of some good sailing, interesting beats through narrow tickles and the reappearance of whales and sea birds after a paucity further north.

Sept 15

We're further south approaching Red Bay as the VHF continues to broadcast the rapid approach of Hurricane Maria and it's 60 knot gusts - we said a subdued goodbye to Russ and Alison on Andante this morning as we both left the shelter of Chateau Bay for different destinations and the concerns of the next 48 hours. We'll see what happens!

The weather has not been favourable to getting south and we now find ourselves a couple of weeks behind and still in Labrador. OK panic hasn't yet set in but things are getting tight on the food and booze front not to mention toilet paper. But with luck we'll get somewhere soon and at least 2 of the commodities can be replenished ... unfortunately it won't be the booze but..

Sept 16. 2pm

Awaiting the arrival of Hurricane Maria which is closely followed by a deepening low 979 from the Gulf of St Lawrence. The barometer has dropped 5 in 5 hours to 1005 and winds are forecast to reach 55 knots for this area. This area being the Strait of Belle Isle. The 3 boats, us, Andante and Morgans Cloud ( who passed us on our way to St Charles) are each in different areas due to differing speeds and destinations but all areas have storm warnings issued for them. Ho hum. We got into Red Bay and have decided to shelter up behind the substantial dock. it has a small entrance open to the south although partially protected by a shoal and headland. The entrance to Red Bay itself is from the SW, via a narrow entrance and protected by an island and the west side of the bay. which is where this blow is coming from....Every person we have spoken to assures us the harbour is bullet proof and whilst we may get a "bit 'o slop boy" curling around the entrance we'll be safe. As ever with these things the height of the weather is forecast to arrive after midnight. This will be the first blow we've sat out inside a harbour (apart from when we've been wintered in Portsmouth or Belfast) and the reason is primarily because the depths in the harbour where we'd anchor are fairly deep and we really don't have enough scope for us to be comfortable. So will we regret it? We'll see.

Sept 21.

We didn't regret it - the harbour was very well protected and we were comfortable with 8 lines emanating from boat to dock. It blew hard for about 36 hours; first with Maria then with this second, deeper low but by Sunday night all was calm and we headed out, anxious to use the forecasted favourable wind. Made it across the Strait and into St Barbe, anchoring off the ferry dock in good, thick mud. The following day it blew 25+ from the SW and we stayed put leaving on the Tuesday at 6 to get as far as we could. Initially that wasn't far as the winds were lighti-sh and heading us and we sailed 18 miles to make 2 miles off our journey......We persevered until the winds had almost deserted us and then motored. And motored. By the evening we had made it  almost to Port Aux Choix but opted to continue as the wind had picked up (still heading us of course). We beat through the night into an increasingly lumpy sea, hanging onto more sail than we would normally to weather the last headland. But that wasn't until 5am the following morning and we were sick of the motion and ready to stop. As we turned for the Port Saunders area wind and waves increased and we had a rough old time crossing the Bay and gaining the safety of the lee. Now we're anchored, eaten and slept and tomorrow it looks as though we have it all to do again. And again. Will this SW wind ever relent and give us a break? Yesterday we kicked ourselves repeatedly when we looked at the long term forecast (as we had in Red Bay after the hurricane) and wondered why we hadn't gone the long way round where the winds had been favourable for much of the time...

And finally we're back in Neddy with Randy and Karen -

the circle complete and we even managed to take Jeffrey and his 2 pals, Jay and Chris out for sail around the harbour

And no we never did find the mouse..