

A week is never enough to pack it all in. There was only one
answer..... go for longer!!!
Two boats, (Levanter and Full Circle) set off at 11 from Pye End for the
Roompot, with a third, Octima, scheduled to join us later in the week. The
forecast promising a westerly 4-5 decreasing 3 -4, to blow us over, what we
actually got was more 6 occasionally 7!
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An optomistic start
Jen all smiles as we set off (little did she know....) |
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Smiling crew
John as we set off for South Cork leaving Walton behind. |
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All plain sailing
The wind started to build as we past Long Sand Head. |
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Full Circle
Full Circle making fine speed under all plain sail. |
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Closing in
Now that is a bow wave. |
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Hull down
Between Long Sand and shipping lanes, wind starting to build and Full Circle going like a train. |
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Still at least it meant we got there quicker, especially as the gunslinger/watchkeeper
from Abu Dhabi refused any hint of a reef on Full Circle. Levanter was
reduced to 2 reefs in the main, a pocket handkerchief genoa, doing over 7knots,
but pushed all the way by Full Circle. Wind didn't abate to the promised
force 3-4 until we were approaching Oude Roompot.
Having got over much more quickly than expected, we arrived in darkness, with
the challenge of unlit buoys all over the place. Slowed down to secure at
Roompot at 04.30.
Whilst several crew members succumbed to mal de mer, Jack soldiered on in
spite of everything, and whilst he did spend most of the time below (cast iron
constitution), he did venture on deck for the night crossing, seeing and
plotting ships before we ever noticed them.
On to Zierikzee for a couple of days rest and relaxation, before braving
thunderstorms and hailstones (armour plating provided by Tefal cooking pots) on
the way to Goes.
Through the lifting bridge and on to Goes, another first for WWYC. So was
body armour, but we needed it as we finally ran out of luck in our attempts at
storm dodging. Soaked on the way there and enduring an interminable wait
for the bridge a Goes to open, whilst newly laid cement liberally coated our
fenders, we were dumbfounded to be sitting in the sun in Goes yacht haven one
hour later.
And so onwards to the Gravelingmeer, a lively sail there, lock gates slammed in
our faces at the entrance meant a bit of a wait, with another 40 boats coming
along to keep us company. Dogs attacking Dutchmen, mad Germans crashing
into Full Circle, whilst expecting us to tie them up, with a thunderstorm thrown
in, it was never boring.
Brunisse was forgettable, Brouwershaven was delightful, not least because we
finally found our final crew member there, as Debbie made from Ireland via most
of Holland. We even heard from the third boat, Octima was in Zierikzee,
although we were never to quite meet up (even though it transpires they were ony
5 miles away later in the cruise.
The Gravelingmeer offered non tidal cruising, innumerable little islands to
stop off at, Brouwershaven and some sunshine, so we made the most of it and
moved the WWYC barbeque to on of the Islands. It was a champagne moment,
made all the better by champagne provided by Adrian and Debbie, with a little
more thrown in by Kevin and Jenny.
John excelled in the culinary department making marvels out of a cramped
galley and disposable barbeques. The Dutch were amazed at our
organisation.
From the Gravelingmeer to Wilhelmstad and into fresh? (green) water.
Despite a very breezy and unpleasant experience in locks, we made it to
Wilhelmstad, only to find so had most of the Cunard fleet. Massive
motorboats filled the old harbour, Levanter just managed to squeeze in (thank
goodness for big fenders), but Full Circle took the sensible option and retired
to the new and very comfortable marina at the entrance to the town.
Wilhelmstad was the jewel in the crown. One of the prettiest Dutch
towns I have seen and possibly the best meal we had on the trip (save for the
ones John cooked).
It had to go downhill somewhere, and the next leg was it. A pretty good
trip down to the Canal to get us to the Westerschelde, but some extended waiting
in a flat calm before locking out was replaced by a wet, cold windy beat to
Terneuzen when we got out.
Why did we bother? Terneuzen was not the most picturesque, the marina
was not the most sheltered (loos and showers rocked and rolled by ships passing
within feet of the entrance); and the town was forgettable. Strange ideas
some pilot books have!
To top it all, we nearly lost a crewmember overboard as Debbie tried to make
an almost impossible berthing possible. The pontoons are old, rickety,
windswept and too narrow. Not a favourite and one we are unlikely to
return to.
Final leg of the trip was to Zeebrugge, and whilst that was another
forgettable town, it did have one massive mitigating factor. After
negotiating the harbour and finding the marina, we discovered it is only 15
minutes on the train to Bruges.
That made it all worth while. The girls took up drinking lager by the
stein, they also discovered Belgian chocolate shops at every turn, the boys were
in Belgian beer heaven and the town is spectacular. If for nothing else,
Zeebrugge was worth it for that.
Pity we didn't know that Octima had by now made her way down the coast and was
just down the road at Blankenberg.
And so the trip home. An early start, 30 minutes just to get out of
Zeebrugge harbour, sailing for a couple of hours before the wind died and then
the iron topsail until getting back to home waters. The wind started to
build again from Long Sand Head and by the time we reached Roughs Tower we were
in danger of broaching under main and cruising chute.
Full Circle took the southerly route round Cork Sand (good choice) and got in
well before Levanter to the news that Sharon was now a Granny!!!!
A fabulous trip, with great company and some new unmissable cruising grounds.
One or two very missable towns, but overall the best cruise yet.
Whilst Jack must have been frequently in considerable pain and some
discomfort, his cheerful manner and determination to make the most of the trip,
even though he was not as mobile as he would have liked, was an inspiration to
all of us.
There will never be another like him, and cruises will never be quite the
same without him, but I know nothing would please him more than to see the club
continue to thrive and broaden our horizons, setting out on the path he started
us on.