12 July 2016 | St Catherine's Bay
06 July 2016 | St Peter Port
St. Peter Port to Alderney
27 July 2016
Another mass departure from Peter port. Tony and Andrea are going to Cherbourg. We are heading for Alderney. Tides are such that we needed to be there before 1630 when the tide comes crashing round Cap de la Hague and we couldn't leave before 1045 when there would be 2m over the sill. A 6 hour slot to do 25 or 30 miles before it all went horribly wrong. So at 1030 people are getting edgy. Who was going first. Who was going to be asked to hold the bow off as they motored out. Our neighbours asked us to move first to give they enough room to get out. But they were going to Cherbourg so could we get in with it please.
Pete topped up the batteries and found we had leaked acid into the battery compartment. This needed cleaning up so he got on with that while I got Sally ready for sea and sorted out them mooring lines for slipping, our neighbours looking anxiously on, apparently ready but for us being in the way. Tony left, then us, the our neighbours and we all headed NE in the strong tide doing 10 knots at times to miss the landmarks and out of Little Russell.
We made Alderney in record time and anchored in the bay. All the mooring buoys were full. An anchorage costs either £5 or 5 euros and luckily we had euros left from France.
That evening we met up with Bob who is here on a fishing trip and had dinner in The Georgian. There was a ukulele band playing and I had left my ukulele on board not realising it would be needed. Luckily they had spare ukes on the wall so I helped myself and joined in, playing many of the tunes we know and a couple of new ones. It was a lovely evening and great to catch up with Bob.
St Peter Port
26 July 2016
2 jobs today. Cleaning out the port fuel tank and cooking supper for Andrea and Tony. An easy day and a good rest.
Tony taught me how to splice a rope for the boom preventer and we had lasagne for supper and many bottles of wine.
Today's photo is of a large square rigger arriving in the outer harbour looking for a berth and two harbour master launched rushing out to assist.
Sark to St. Peter Port via Moulin Huet
24 July 2016
That was the worse nights sleep ever! Just as we turned it the mist came rolling in. It was predicted so we were not surprised. However the pretty lighthouse detecting the reduced visibility set up its warning signal to passing ships. "Errnn errnn" every 30 seconds. We were going to have to tune that out. Around 2am the swell increased and we rocked and rolled so much I moved to the saloon and put up the lee cloth, managing to drift off until around 4am when things got dramatically worse and stuff started rattling in cupboards and falling off shelves. We were both awake. I put things away and stowed everything and climbed back into bed with the tidal atlas. We were going to move but where to and when. 6am would give us favourable tide to the SE corner of Guernsey. Any later and we would meet 3 knots coming the other way. We got up and made ready, slipped the buoy and motored round, peanut butter sandwiches on the way, 9 miles in one hour, arriving in Moulin Huet, another beautiful bay with rocks as painted by Renoir. We dropped the anchor and watched. It wasn't holding. And the swell was working into this bay too! After 6 days at anchorage we had had enough and wanted a good nights sleep. We pulled up the anchor and headed for St Peter Port, mooring up inside the basin before 9am with water and electric.
A busy day already but it was lovely to wash down Sally and Pops in fresh water, top up the tanks, recharge the batteries and do all the laundry. By the time Andrea and Tony arrived that evening I was already asleep in bed.
Herm to Greve de la Ville , Sark
23 July 2016
Today the wind was due to chage to the west so a different anchorage was needed tonight. Besides we had grown used to Herm ferry number 5 who raced into to the Rosiere Steps every hour only slowing to the required 5 knots as he was abeam of us and sending wash far into the bay. Each time we rolled violently for a good ten minutes and each time he failed to notice the effect of his entrance on out comfort. Time to leave!
We selected an anchorage on the east side of Sark, checked the tidal streams for getting there and picked the only hour when it would be favourable most of the time and set off. Today's photo shows our plotter screen with the boat crabbing across the gap between the islands being pushed by 1.8 knots of tide.
We picked our way through the outlying rocks into the bay. Greve de las Ville is beautiful with steep sided wooded slopes around a cove, a little shingle beach and an attractive, white painted lighthouse perched on the outermost corner. There was a spare mooring buoy. All was looking perfect. After lunch we took Pops into the beach and tied her onto the rocks at the top under the cliffs. The path up to the top was grassy and sheltered through trees. We wanted provisions so headed for the waitrose store in the village. It was Sunday and quiet today. We found sausages and butter beans for our casserole but no bottle of wine. Apparently buying wine on a Sunday is not easy. The pub might sell us a bottle but we would have to buy food too. "It's the law" we were told. At least £3.50 must be spent on food before alcohol could be purchased. Sure enough the pub was all geared up for the situation. Cheese pasties were available for a convenient price of £3.50 so we had one each with a cup of coffee and took the screw top wine back to the boat to enjoy wth our supper.
Back on board, Pete cooked sausage casserole. The anchorage had got a bit rolly. We couldn't work out why. Maybe it was the change of the tide. Anyway we were settled now and would live with it. The bay was still beautiful.
Saturday in Herm
22 July 2016
The mist soon burnt off and we took a picnic ashore. There were warnings of strong currents off the Rosiere steps at high water. We were now several hours past and hoped the worst had gone already. It didn't look to bad running past Sally's hull. I rowed, Pete directed. We headed towards the rocks to give us shelter from the current then crossed the deeper water towards the steps. Progress slowed significantly. We were on Spring tides after all. I was rowing hard. Pete was now offering words of encouragement. "Only 100m to go", "dig deep", "don't stop to look round", "we're making ground". It was hard work and took what seemed like ages. Even when I could see the jetty abeam we had some way to go to get upstream of it. We were making about 6 inches with each stroke. At last we were there. I was knackered. Pete hauled the dinghy out and got to carry the rucksack all day to make up for it.
The Mermaid tavern does provisions according to the pilot so we wrote a list and took shopping bags. Most, if not all, of Herm is for campers and holiday lets with a posh hotel too. The Mermaid Tavern is not dissimilar to Butlins and when we arrived in the sweltering courtyard there was a long queue for food ordering and another for the bar. The "shop" was next to the coffee outlet and stocked mostly tinned produce and a few things in a fridge. We were going to be eating ships emergency supplies this evening!
Fermain Bay to Herm, Roseire Steps
21 July 2016
After two days at anchor in Fermain Bay it was time to move. There was little wind so we had plenty of choice of where to go and picked out the anchorage on Herm at the foot of the Rosiere Steps. We checked our pilotage carefully and set off. There were two massive cruise ships anchored off St Peter Port and we had to go round these first. They were busy shipping passengers to and from shore in bright orange valettes.
We turned in towards Herm past the Brehon tower and picked out way through the rocks to our destination then dropped the anchor. The water was so clear we could see the bottom and the anchor sitting on a sandy shelf.
After a peaceful lunch on board we took Pops ashore and carried her up the Rosiere Steps through bunches of tourists waiting for the ferry home. Herm is a ridge and over the top is Belvoir Beach which is well worth the walk. At last it was hot enough for a swim although it didn't take long for us too cool down and get out. A glass of wine in The Ship then back to the boat. It was a sunny Friday evening and it seems we were parked at the edge of the motorway for speedboats zipping though enjoying the summer weather.
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