A
month drifts by as we settle into this dockside routine, hunting and
foraging for cheap food and wood and getting ready to brew up some
home made wine. Can hardly wait..
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Belfast - early morning |
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With the tides dropping away we took a chance on being neaped and slid onto the scubbing berth at 5am one morning. We wanted to scrub, clean the prop and check whether our altercation with a growler in the summer had done any damage. Well it hadn't other than removing some anti-foul making us thankful we don't own a grp version of Hannah. What we did discover was this: When we painted back in the spring we used two different brands of anti-foul. One side had a tin we bought in the UK from Gale Force and might be described as "cheap and cheerful" whilst the other was Petit Trinidad. No doubt about which side had less stuff clinging to it and although the Trinidad is significantly more expensive than the other stuff it was clearly far more effective.
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Bow end with bow thruster lowered....... |
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As
mentioned in the last update the Shipyard now dominates the
waterfront in terms of buildings and acreage. The docks don't appear
too busy but perhaps given the time of year it's hardly surprising. At
the end of the jetty we're on, lurks a massive shed and out of it
recently came a 125' sail boat. It remained slung in the travel
hoist supported fore and aft by a combination of stands, a cradle and
a shipping container whilst it was rigged and made ready for the
water. The rigging crew were lifted aboard via a “cherry picker”
to attend to the mast stepping process and even the forestay had to
be supported by crane as the weight was too much for humans to
manipulate it across the foredeck into position. It remained on the
dock for a week whilst various, who knows what, tasks where carried
out then left for south at a rate of knots. Clear of the harbour it
motored at close to 13 knots, arriving in Newport RI (about 200 nm)
some 18 hours after casting off. Bound for the Caribbean, of course, to
charter....$65,000 per week.
Here
in reality we took our own journey; venturing up to see Philip and
Helen in NE Harbour. We had been before we headed north and love the
security of it. Little if any surge seems to enter and whilst it
would normally be off-limits to us because of cost, in the winter the
HM takes a relaxed view about those still wandering. The day we chose
to sail up was dictated, naturally, by the wind. 25-30 with gusts of
35 from the NW would suggest we might have a good sail. It wasn't
good it was brilliant!
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7 knots down Eggemoggin |
Not bothering with the main we ran with a
reefed mizzen and #1 heads'l, the boat was light, comfortable and
romping along. Whilst the tide was against us about half of the way
it seemed to make little difference as we roared down Eggemoggin Reach
with not a soul in sight. The wind seemed to be consistently around
27knots but no real seas until we crossed Blue Hill Bay when they
picked up, covering the boat and us with solid water and spray. The
sky was blue, the sun shone and it was pretty cool, probably high
30's F but just a wonderful day to be out on Hannah. The last few
miles against wind and tide we used the engine as the sun was sinking
quickly and a mostly
cloudless day meant it would rapidly get cold. Into the
harbour to find Philip watching from a nearby dock as we tied up.
About 7 and a bit hours to cover the 43 miles. Great company, a lasagne and wine to die for that night completed a
wonderful day.
During
the few days we spent with them they kindly took us off to see a
friend of theirs they thought we might like. They were right. Donna
lives off grid in eastern Maine in a house she and her late husband
built. Her near neighbour is Geri, they have been friends for decades
and were part of the “back to the land” movement of the '70's.
The houses were stunning, both very different and their lifestyles
have captivated us since we visited. Yes I know that we live off grid
too for the most part but there is something about a simple house
with solar & oil for lights; wood for cooking and heating that
has such a pull on us. They share a well but neither has a pump so
water is carried to the houses. Too much work? We don't think so and
as we sat around a table drinking home made wine and cider exchanging
stories both me and Bee knew we will want to get back there to learn
more. It might be a couple of hours drive from here so more difficult
to organise but next time, and there will be a next time, we'll see
if Donna and Geri are ok with us photographing the visit.
At the moment the weather is pretty benign ( for Maine at this time of the year) with temps rarely falling below 5C. In fact we can judge how cold things are within the boat simply by checking the washing up liquid which, in Labrador, would thicken to a gooey paste rather than its normal translucent runny self. But we are thinking about building a shelter, then believe we have a few more weeks before we might need it, then wonder if we should take advantage of the still weather to build it anyway....but these wonderful crisp days with the huge attraction of great anchorages a few hours away keep us shelter free. You can see when we do build by checking here ......Bee uses the webcam to check if her coast his clear to escape from the boat into town
And finally. Some years ago our very good friend Cary gave us a gift. Well, many actually but this one in particular is special as it had come from his dad.
A Tamaya sextant, new and unused and as Cary would never go back to sea again he felt it would be fitting if I used it. I never have as what little I learnt has long been forgotten through neglect. It may be about to change as a bunch of sailors get together weekly to learn the skill thanks to a keen tradionalist who runs a boatyard. Early days yet of course but this time, assuming I learn the skill, I hope to use it rather than lose it. Not because I think that the GPS will collapse as many armchair sailors would have us believe but simply because it is interesting.
Belfast, Me.