The is breeze light. From the north, in line with predictions.
It is expected to veer westerly on Saturday. Building to passage making proportions by evening.
I live by the sea, maybe live for the sea, on an island in the tidal River Medway. Just downstream of the historic Chatham Naval Dockyard - where Nelson's Victory was built. For me the sea is about freedom and exploration - both personal and geographical. Stargazer is a 31' Hallberg-Rassy sloop; and companion on my journey
The is breeze light. From the north, in line with predictions.
It is expected to veer westerly on Saturday. Building to passage making proportions by evening.
He sheets in, powering on, in level flight once more. As hailstones rattle down, like staccato bursts of machine gun fire.
White horses fill the harbour channel. Whilst tethered yachts tug restively at their moorings, off the beaches of Brownsea Island.
Stargazer's skipper retires below decks, for some passage planning. Optimistic that the still plunging barometer, racing clouds and intervening spells of hot sunshine, herald the arrival of a southbound weather window (see Ad Lib 42).
On the Quay, the police launch reels. Caught by a hammer blow gust, as she swings alongside.
A swift application of power, from the helm, together helping hands, from the shore, combine to salvage the situation.
A falling barometer, plus the full sunshine and showers treatment, signals a change in the weather. And, with it, wind direction. The recent run of northeasterlies may have been chilly, but they have suited Starzgazer's direction of travel. Which is variously south and west.
Our trusty Meteo Consult app keeps us in touch with what is likely to happen, wind-wise, on a daily basis.
AIS (Automatic Identification System) tracking places Royalist in Salcombe. But yields no results for Pip's boat. Speculation fills the information vacuum: Relocation to a cheaper berth? Refitting, elsewhere, to enter the Route du Rhum race? An offer, too good to be refused, accepted?
Time will tell. Meanwhile, RNLI teams genially scour the pavement cafes. Collection buckets in hand.
The misty mauve undulations, of the Purback hills, fill the horizon. Emerald green scrub rises from crescents of silver sand. And the Wareham channel weaves its way sinuously upstream.
Past the old Flying Boat jetties, at Dorset Lake. Where the Special Boat Squadron (SBS) base nestles improbably amongst beachside bungalows. "No photography allowed." Not even by the all-seeing-eye of Google Street View.
A quiet and intimate spot in which to contemplate Stargazer's next move. Sheltered from today's forty knot blast. Which will be followed by several days of light airs. The tides, all the while, moving from neaps to springs and advancing by an hour per day.
From Poole (A) to either the head of the Alderney Race (B) or the Casquets (C) is around twelve hours of sailing, for Stargazer. In order to continue to St Peter Port (D), we need the tide to turn south-going on arrival. This is more critical in the Race, where spring flows are five to seven knots, than off the Casquets where the tide rates are slightly less extreme.
Training Ship Royalist takes pride of place on the Poole waterfront. Sheltering from today’s brisk breeze.
“That Doggie, In The Window” of the Poole inshore lifeboat station (no indication given as to “how much,” or whether “for sale”), is cleverly crafted from cast off yellow RNLI deck boots.
Perhaps the curriculum, of the Lifeboat College, is broader than its name suggests?
Meanwhile, the cat in question is concealed in a quiet corner of the Cobbs Quay boatyard. Evidently named by an aficionado of Hoyt Axton's 1979 Country hit "Della and the Dealer."
"It was Della and the Dealer and a dog named Jake
And a cat named Kalamazoo
Left the city in a pickup truck
Gonna make some dreams come true. . . ."
Canine companion, Jake, subsequently coming in for a cursory mention.
". . .If that cat could talk what tales he'd tell
About Della and the Dealer and the dog, as well
But the cat was cool, and never said a mumblin' word. . ."