A busy busy day on Sunday. Waking at 0300 and driving to Luton for an early morning flight to Gdansk to return Alex to Poland after his brief visit for a hospital appointment. I returned the same day arriving back at Luton at 2100 and a quick drive back to Esher to unpack and pack again for another early morning flight to Sardinia the following day.
The BA flight was on time and with a 160 mph tail wind which meant that we landed a full half hour early. Ed came to the airport by train to welcome me and we took a taxi back to Marina Sant Elmo.
A quick un packing and by 1330 we were in the Club Sportif for lunch. Wonderful to be back and be able to relax and unwind
After a spot of breakfast we weighed anchor and set sail for our next destination of CarloForte, some 34 miles away. We were no sooner out of the anchorage where we set our sails and were wizzing along the coast to our new destination.
We had two bites of our fishing lure, but each time, whatever it was, manage to get away. At over 7 kts, the boat speed was too fast. However, the third time, we struck luck, and managed to slow Arctura down enough to retrieve our evening meal, a splendid Tuna.
We arrived at CarloForte at 1600 having sailed the entire way. We stayed in our usual marina “Sifredi” against the rear wall next to the new marina office, €28.50 per night, bargain.
We only spent a day two nights and a whole day in Dieppe, but I for one will definitely come again, as I’m sure will Paul. A wonderful town and much more to discover in and around the surrounding area. So, I’m sure another trip is on the cards.
The wind forecast for our return journey was clear and sunny with a North Easterly wind between 14 and 22 knts. We slipped lines at 0700 and made our way out of the marina and through the port and into open water. Raising sails once outside the harbour entrance we set our homeward bound course. I drew Pauls attention that the Genoa seemed un tensioned and so we temporarily headed up and adjusted its halyard tension, it looked and performed much better.
As we approached the TSS and a fleet of of fishing boats, some rather large, the wind picked up, and we had 26 knts across the deck and 2 metre waves. We were already reefed in and we had a rather exhilarating sail through the fishing fleet. A lot more traffic as we crossed the TSS, than we had on the way to Dieppe. So a lot more valuable practise for Paul.
After a couple of hours, the wind reduced to between 15 and 18 kts and we had a more comfortable sail all the way back. Managing to have some locally bought chicken in a fresh baguette and fish soup, Pauls share ended up on the galley floor. We managed to get a shower on the way time for when we arrived at Eastbourne.
Just as we approached the entrance to Eastbourne, we noticed a yacht behaving rather strangely very close to the entrance and harbour wall. Eventually, there was a call on CH16 from him that he had engine failure and both Paul and I were going to assist, but were beaten to it by a larger and more powerful local fishing boat that was also close by.
We continued into the lock and towards our berth, turning up at 1845 after having sailed the entire way.
After putting Izzy Wizzy to bed, Paul and I headed for the local Thai, for a well deserved meal and debrief.
A Wonderful 3 days of fun, sailing and great companionship.
After a long sail, we had a leisurely start with a light breakfast of coffee and croissant and a visit to the marina office. The staff are very pleasant and welcoming and at €22 per night a bargain.
We walked into the very picturesque town. The town has a warm feel to it and has maintained it own character of older times. Full of Fish mongers, Bakers, Butchers, and dried meat shows, all very specific to France and the French way of life. Both Paul and I felt immediately at ease and welcomed by the residents.
We made our way through the town and towards the sea front with wonderful long and clean pebble beeches. Unbelievably, there were swimmers in the water. Taking a closer look the majority of them were pensioners exercising and all looking in extremely good conditions. We walked toward the chalk cliffs overhanging the sea shore and as we approached noticed how treacherous they were, with regular rock falls. Apparently, the cliff erode and retreat at leat 1/2 metre per year.
We walked back along the beach and towards and along the harbour wall, towards the entrance where we sailed through the evening before. Quite an ominous site, looking down the sea wall to the sea some 10 metres below.
The sea wall is full of locals, fishing for their lunch, some successfully with Mackerel in their storage buckets.
As we walked back towards the marina, we came across a multitude of plain, down to earth restaurants, full of locals. Although we didn’t go in, its on the list for our next visit. We choose a restaurant facing the marina and sat outside in the glorious September sunshine, with temperatures of summer. Mussels were the order of the day, one of the regional specialities.
Apart form actually getting up I love early morning starts. Once aboluted and having a strong dark coffee, its time to face the world. For me it the most wonderful feeling when you get onto deck, just before dawn, in the cool crisp early morning air. All is quite and peaceful with only a handful of souls around. There are still a couple of hours until sunrise as we slip lines and head towards the lock for our exit. It’s 0540.
A short 10 minute motor and we are in the lock and waiting for the 6 o’clock opening. Only one other yacht joins us, they are heading for the Solent.
Spot on at 6 o’clock , the lock keeper starts the process of letting us out and by 0608 we are through and heading into and across the channel.
Sails raised we mange to sail at 4 kts in the eagling morning light wind. By the time the sun rises the wind drops and on come the engine, it’s 0730.
We cross the shipping lanes without event, but a good first experience for Paul, it’s his first Channel crossing.
The wind comes and goes as does the engine and it’s a combination of sailing and motor sailing. Homemade pea soup and Asda wraps and sandwiches on route to sustain us during our 13 hour crossing.
We sight the port entry lights of Dieppe quite some distance off shore and certainly well before the harbour entry lateral lights. 2 nm from Dieppe, we call the port authorities for permission to enter, a requirement as per the Almanac. Permission granted and we continue towards the entrance.
We enter, through the narrow entrance,on a low tide, with the harbour walls towering at least 12 metres above us. It’s dark again by this time which makes it all the more intriguing and challenging. We head the 1/2 nm through the harbour, before turning right into our destination of “Jehan Ango”. Paul reverses Izzy Wizzy , very professionally into our berth (No 9 ) and we have arrived.
We put Izzy Wizzy to bed and head towards the exit in search of a meal. The harbour wall tower above us and it’s hard work climbing the 45 degrees incline to the secure exit. It’s quite eerie , looking down the many metres from whence we can. The tide is nearly 8 mtrs today and it’s a spring tide.
We head for one of the nearest restaurant “Le Sully”, which has a few locals in it and looks good. Oysters as starters , which are good and steak to follow, mine was okay as I asked for it medium, whilst Paul was disappointed with his, which was rare and chewy. Nonetheless, we had a wonderful evening with a nice Muscadet sur Lie, before retiring for the night and a well worth sleep.
And so endeth Paul’s first cross Channel crossing.
Paul, who I had met some two and a half years ago, had invited me to join him in Eastbourne for a planned sail to Dieppe France. So on Saturday the 14th of September I set off from Esher for Sovereign Harbour, Eastbourne. A two hour journey by car.
I was greeted by Paul and taken to “Izzy Wizzy”, his 32 foot Bavaria. Brenda, his wife welcomed me on board and after a few light refreshments we mad our way to “Pablos” a Mediterranean restaurant, one of many, within the marina complex. We were joined by Colin, a fellow berth holder at Sovereign and exchanged stories of sea and travel and yachts. We said our goodbyes to Brenda, who went back home, leaving us boys to finish off our evening.
15th September 2019
The next morning Paul showed we around “Izzy Wizzy”, together with a safety brief and we planned an afternoon sail with Colin.
A quick trip to Asda, for provisioning and before we knew it we were back on Izzy Wizzy, preparing for our afternoon sail.
We motored through the marina complex and then through the lock and into the open waters of the Channel, heading towards Sovereign Light house, some five miles from the harbour entrance. A fresh breeze mad for an exhilarating sail and we managed to sail all the way back to the lock entrance.
Back on the berth, we prepared “Izzy Wizzy” and had a lovely homemade Lasanga, that Brenda had prepared for us earlier. Off to bed and an early morning start to catch the 0600 opening of the lock.
Leaving the berth and a little radio work from Paul to lift the bridge for our exit.
The day started normally without any particular plans apart from to see Kamila, and my Grand Children. As is often the case plans change and Kamila was delayed, but in the process I talked to Elizabeth and Bruno, Kamila’s in laws, and they invited us to a BBQ for the weekend. Unfortunately, Alex and I would be busy, but instead everyone was invited that evening, and I quickly organised a surprise Birthday Party.
I made a trip to our local Waitrose, and both everything need for the surprise, including bunting, cake and all the ingredients for a BBQ.
What fun we had, and Alex, now affectionately know as the Monkeys Uncle, was very pleasantly surprised by the surprise and the company. Alex is a great uncle, and cares for and Loves Quinn and Oscar and off course Kamila and Karl.
We had marinate chicken, corn on the cob, home made hamburgers, salads and off course Birthday Cake. The party poppers went down exceptionally well, only being surpassed by the garden sprinkler, which the kids ran through in the pleasant warmth of the evening. The evening was topped with the kids dancing, asking for songs from The Alexa device and finally playing hide and seek.
The end of Alex’s holidays are fast approaching and even though he doesn’t start school until the 2nd of September, he needs to be back in Tczew on the 20th?
Today we journeyed the 100 odd miles to visit uncle Warren and celebrate his belated 75th Birthday and at the same time Alex’s 12th.
The two hour drive went uneventfully, as always, with our usual breakfast stop at Petersfield McDonalds.
We arrived at 1230 and after spending a half hour talking to Wanda and stroking Freddie, made our way to Enzee’s Ristorante and Pizzeria.
As usual a delightful welcome at Enzee’s with a wonderful starter of mushrooms and main course of beef cheeks on a bed of mash potatoes. Alex off course, had his standard spaghetti Bolognese.
Great company and a great catch up and loads of sound advice for the coming year. Alex is now a young man and definitely able to make sound decisions. Uncle Warren commented how Alex has matured and not only built up body mass in his two months here, but also how confident and self assured he had become.
Another trip to London and probably the last one before Alex returns to Poland. This time we had a very special meeting with my first cousin once removed, I think. His name is Roger and he is visiting London with his wife Cathy for one day, before starting a tour of France, Italy and other parts of Europe.
The reunion came about due to my long lost cousin, Krystyna, doing a DNA check and being matched with Roger, who did likewise through Ancestory.com. So these things do seem to work.
Before we met up for lunch at the 6 floor restaurant of the Tate Modern, we met Krystyna, and I guided both Krystyna and Alex on an impromptu tour of the Millennium Bridge, the surroundings of St. Paul’s Cathedral and Smithfield Market.
We strolled the 1/2 mile to Smithfield Market and although closed, managed to sense the hustle and bustle. Found memories flooded back as I remembered my Father who had worked here for 40 years and whose life ended here, when he visited this place one last time with his Grand Daughter, Kamila, and regrettably died from a heart attack on these very streets. God bless Boleslaw Wasilkowski.
We made our way back through St Barts and the narrow streets approaching St Paul’s and onto the Tate Modern, for our rendezvous with our American/Polish cousins.
Finally arriving at the 6th floor restaurant at the Tate Modern, we met Roger, my cousin and his wife Cathy. Wonderful warm people. We sat and chatted, exchanging family stories, history and jokes. A wonderful meal, together with fine wines and wondrous views of the beautiful city of London.
Before we knew it time had slipped past and we headed back to our respective homes and hotels. But before we parted we managed to share a Guinness and some Gin and Tonics at a Local hostelry on the Thames. After which Alex and I escorted our visitors to BlackFriars and shared a tube ride with them, making sure they caught the right train. We all hope to meet again, perhaps State side, but will certainly remain in contact. Thank you Roger and Cathy for your generosity.
Today we are taking Krystyna to Greenwich. This is one of Alex’s favourite places and we have been here at least 10 times, but each time is different and unique.
We took the train to Waterloo and then our usual form of transport, The Clipper, along the river Thames and through the heart of our wonderful city , London, and into historic Greenwich.
So after arriving at Greenwich by Clipper, we were welcomed by a downpour of rain. The nearest attraction to us was the Cutty Sark. So we entered and were under cover. I changed my Royal Museum membership to family , as this allowed us to take Krystyna in and was cheaper than all the days activities.
The first attraction was the Cutty Sark, as fantastic ship and living museum, with history of voyages across the globe. We couldn’t stay long as we had planetarium shows to attend. We walked through The Naval schools, past the Maritime museum and up the steep hill to the Royal Observatory. The observatory has been here since 1675. It was built with the purpose of rectify the tables of motions of the heavens. It is steeped with history and this is where the Harrison Clocks are displayed. These enabled exact time keeping upon ships and there the resolution of longitude and therefore positioning of locations on the earth. Because of this discovery, the meridian is located here and this is where time begins and ends.
The planetarium shows were amazing and there is much to do and a day is nowhere near enough to see everything. We will undoubtedly return.
As a member I had reserved three free tickets to the opening of the new moon exhibition, celebrating 50 years since man first landed on the moon. It opened at 6 o’clock and we waited patiently outside to enter. #
A truly fantastic exhibition, full of artefacts from our first voyages to the moon and all the men and women who made it happen. From map builders to rocket designers. This wasn’t achieved in the one decade that Kennedy committed us to, but over centuries af man and woman kind discovery more and more about our own place in the Universe and contributing to the science that allowed it all to happen. BUT ESPECIALLY TIME and the clocks that Harrison built. A very apt and suitable place to celebrate this vast achievement.