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Departing Saint Helena for Barbados on April 1st, as ocean crossings go, this leg was a breeze! 28 days, a slow average of 5 knots due to extremely light winds: what a change. Where light winds had prevailed on previous legs, slight adjustments had been made to the course in an attempt to keep with the stronger winds – all to no avail. … Read More
Arriving: Ship: RMS St Helena comes to the island once a month and brings with her passengers and the island’s food supplies. This will end with the opening of the airport. Cruising Yacht: Moorings are available, thereby providing security against the anchor dragging in that is deep water and rolling conditions wherein the boat is constantly rotating. Airport: Commencing around … Read More
This morning there was time to amble and take pics of Jamestown, Saint Helena. We loved some of the signs. Colours, tones, textures and age:
A pleasant day was spent discovering St Helena: a tip to all visitors, ensure you allow 1 – 2 weeks to do the island justice. With time short for us, this was only an enticement that ensures we shall return. We shall work on the images and spiels for our St Helena page during our next sailing leg. Gratis departs for Grenada … Read More
As with all the small islands visited, St Helena had a mild climate controlled by the surrounding ocean and the trade winds: in this case, the combination of the South Atlantic high pressure and equatorial trough. The best way of exploring the island was by foot, but for those of us unable to to do so, car hire (must … Read More
The monthly excitement for the island as not one, but three ships anchored off shore: the Royal Mail, the fuel tanker and that transporting all items required for he building of the airport.
Gratis and her crew moored only metres from the St Helena shoreline last night. Exquisite here. We commence exploring tomorrow. With just a few days in which to do so we can’t promise a lot of pics until we arrive in the Caribbean.
After a peaceful night in which the murmur of the waters as they rolled and met the cliff lulled us into a deep relaxing slumber, we awoke refreshed as the morning light of the sun rose above the mountains, creating a pastel rainbow of rose pinks upon the cloud. With the heating of the land, a morning breeze for a … Read More
St Helena, created more than fourteen million years ago by volcanic eruptions, was in sight upon the horizon soon after the passing of dawn. The island, inch by inch, became more pronounced as each hour passed. The highest peak of an ancient volcanic mountain range, she was enshrouded by the misty haze of the tropical airs and bright backlight of … Read More
Yes, he did it! A solution for the twins!! Two U Bolt through mast head, attached to which was a 12mm eye bolts to which a block was attached. Winched up the mast, Bob made the repairs and those monoliths flew once more – until this day, that was. Only hours into daylight disbelief swept through us as we … Read More
Fishing stories this trip were the tales of the ones that got away. Behemoths aplenty resided well below the surface of the seas we discovered, as time and again fishing tackle went missing in great numbers. Two of the lures remained behind to tell the story: one scarred deeply as razor sharp teeth etched trails through the plastic, whilst the … Read More
The first days out, winds were sublime. Late afternoon upon us this particular day, we were both in the galley, me preparing tea and Bob procuring an afternoon drink when the emission of a loud popping sound, followed in its wake by a muffled thud, promptly caught our attention. Whilst Bob raced upstairs, I rapidly carried out a cursory check … Read More
Excitement of the day occurred first thing. Upon awakening, I entered the pilot house as the whirring of the fishing line commenced. Mental faculties poorly operating as a result of sleep deprivation, looking at Bob the only sounds emitted from my mouth were, ‘Fish! Fish! Fish………….’ Bob glanced askance at me, with total lack of comprehension. I repeated, ‘fish, fish, … Read More
The one thing we discovered about Cape Town, was that there was no in between when it came to the wind: it was either blowing a gale or absolutely nada. One could also be in Cape Town with the wind at Force one, and around the corner at the Cape of Good Hope it would be blowing Force 8. The … Read More
We’re off. Exquisite weather, little wind after winds of up to 42 knots racing through last night.