Monday 29 April 2013

Lulworth Celebration


 
The cliff, brindled Chartreus-green and a sun-drenched chalk-white, soars above Stargazer. At its head, twenty five knots of north-west breeze hums tunefully. At its foot, potting boats lounge at their moorings, reclining on a smooth, Bondi-blue, sea.

Stargazer is circled by sheltering rock walls. She lies back to her anchor, bows pointing west. A valley cuts its way, down from the grassy hillside, to a tawny, pebble beach. Cottages gaggle above the high water mark; their backs snuggled into the rolling hillside.



Through the rocky cleft, that is the entrance to Lulworth Cove, I glimpse the open sea. The gnarled finger of Portland Bill points south. Pointing like a lookout, high in the rigging of a tea clipper, making landfall.
 
A flick of spray rises, as the reef, guarding the entrance, turns the marching swell back seaward. Stargazer lies companionably alongside the potting boats, basking in the Friday afternoon sunshine.


I had received some good news on Thursday afternoon: Southampton University had offered me, one of only five, Teacher Training places. That offer came after a long winter of soul searching, about taking a new career direction; school classroom, voluntary work; and interviews. I awoke on Friday with the need to celebrate this moment. It felt like a turning point, for my quest to enjoy cruising and working in equal measure.

 
Friday morning found Stargazer and I off Anvil Point, in the mood for fun, with the tide about to turn west.  Stargazer was striding across the long swell with two reefs in the main, playfully flinging spray up from her bow, scenting freedom. We bore off, on a flying reach, to skirt the southern tip, of the St Albans Head overfalls;  Stargazer easing away her winter stiffness, with quiet creaks and groans, as she romped over the seas, sails bellied.


All thoughts of aches and pains are gone, once we harden up for Lulworth. Stargazer’s bow rises and falls rhythmically. The pitch of the wind song rises and falls with it, like a plainsong chant. We’re hard on the breeze now. The blue green brow of the sea is furrowed in confusion. The wind pulls it one way; the tide pushes it the other. White horses rear.  Stargazer carves through the confusion. Now and then, her bow slaps down an upstart sea, in a plume of windblown spray.


I furl the jib and reach into Lulworth Cove under main. There’s a parting gust from the wind and a last roll from the sea, as we thread the reef. Then the roar of wind and water is gone; replaced by gentle lapping, the echoing cry of gulls, and the splash of our anchor rattling down.

 
We sail on the east bound tide, on Saturday morning. The forecast is for the wind to go south west and to increase overnight. Already the swell is ignoring the efforts of the reef to keep it at bay. The moored fishing boats nod their agreement that it is time for us to leave.


The sun glints off angular, blocky, limestone topped with chromate gorse, as we sail homeward, close under the cliffs.


The white of wave crests echoes the white of tumbling chalk screes, plunging into teal blue water.


The relentless waves carve islands and bays from the rock. The tide sweeps Stargazer through the Jurassic sea scape. The wind builds to twenty eight knots, funnelling along the escarpment. Stargazer shoulders her way, toward Poole, under double reefed main and jib. The wind sings a wild, high, joyful song in her rigging. Spray from her shattered bow wave blows aft in a rainbow cloud.


I anchor for the night in Blood Alley. The wooded cliffs of Brownsea Island shelter us from today's gusting, north easterly, wind.  The wave break, of Stone Island, will shelters us from swell, if it does get up from the south west, later tonight. Beyond Stone Island, unfolds the endlessly enthralling spectacle, of the harbour entrance. I sit on deck eating lunch; drinking in the view; savouring our sail to Lulworth; warming myself in the sun; celebrating my good fortune; contemplating eight weeks of cruising to come, this July and August; dreaming of Irish landfalls.

 

 

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