Friday 10th July.
|Moored in Swanage|
Saturday 11th July.
|Up with the sun|
|On our way|
|Paul at the mast trying to secure the boom.|
We made it:
|Finger berth in Cherbourg|
|Welcome help to fix Pauls boom.|
Ron had to be back in Poole for Sunday evening so had booked a ferry back, we all took a stroll to the terminal and saw him off with a pint of something french and fizzy, they do good food but the beer is not so good :)
Enough, lets go somewhere:
Monday 13th July:
Barfleur or bust:The tides for going to Barfleur meant leaving around 4pm. This gave us time to go and raid the local Carrefour for Coffee beans and Wine... my contraband of choice.
Back preparing to leave, I noticed one of the french guys who had been helping us, at this point, I am embarrassed to say that we didn't exchange names; so I went over to prectice my broken french and say thankyou for his help. With Barfleur 20nm we thought it would take over 4 hours, I suggested this to my new friend and he scoffed.. something was clearly amiss. I called Paul the translator over and after much shrugging and peering at Charts we walked away with a gratis French Almanac and a course to steer. Saving a good few miles and also taking into account the tidal flow we'd be there much quicker.
I planned on having a reef or two in the main but when we got out of the harbour it was obvious that just the Genoa would be plenty. The wind was a strong F5 from the West and we were getting blown East with the tide. Although a little uncomfortable, the corkscrew motion which I hate, we were making 7 to 10 knots over the ground at times.
|Entrance to Barfleur|
The almanac shows a wall to tie up against or a beach to anchor and dry out on. We chose the beach as we didn't want to be adjust ropes with the huge tidal range. I anchored first and Paul followed me in. A French fisherman was calling too us but was too far away, eventually he came over and explained to Paul that there were rocks on the bottom.. the only clear bits were where locals had set fore and aft moorings and cleared around their boats. We were really losing confidence in the Reeds Almanac.
We moved to the wall were I noticed the local gaff rigged boat had a lump of rock tied half way along their mooring lines. These keep the boat close to the quay but allow the boat to rise and fall with the tide.. Cool. I took my anchor off the foredeck and looped it over my stern line. Paul rafted up with us and this arrangement worked really well.
Barfleur is a great looking town, as we tidied up I could hear jazz and blue coming from one of the bars and the was an old fashioned merry go round on the quay. There were some excellent looking gaff rigged working boats along the quay, some commercial fishing boats and plenty of small, purposeful, motor boats moored in the harbour. What wasn't evident was the glut of showy power boats which plague the uk south coast and Solent waters.
|Moored against the wall at Barfleur|
Wednesday 15th July:
Back across La Manche.
Bashing against the tide.
|The Barfleur lighthouse|
I see no ships.
The Isle of Wight.
Thursday 16th July
|Lapwing on Fishermans Cottage buoy.|