One of the very few advantages of growing
old is the possibility that you can learn from previous mistakes
and the forecast for a beat to St Malo brought back memories of
being thrashed by a French boat who stuck to the right side of the
course in similar conditions, and beat us by 12 hours! Thus the
game plan was formulated the night before, which was to stick close
to the shore til St Cats , then hold port as long as we dared.
RORC Scrutineering or just another beat across
the channel?
We were
fractionally late at the start , but The Project was over the
line leaving us to squeeze into the lead with an early hoist
whilst various French boats luffed each other into the lee of
Old Castle Point and fell back . Sleeper and Polar Bear came
out of the Northern end of the line and pulled clear on their
long waterlines but despite a fluffed peel off Ryde , we were
third boat round Bembridge and into the 120 mile beat. Still,
at this stage we were able to hold full rig, the seas were slight
and there was plenty to do as we diced with the bigger boats
short tacking up the Island shore. Red Macaw briefly got ahead
as we got on the wrong side of a shift at the beginning of Sandown
bay - but she soon headed offshore leaving us mixing it with
Farr 40's and the like with Jamie W conning us round the rocks
with inches to spare.
By 5 pm we were round St Cats and on the long
Port tack into the tide , rain and increasing seas. Sea sickness
began to appear , eventually effecting half the crew but everyone
kept the boat driving magnificently. Just before the change
of tide , we changed down to the 2 and shortly the wind was
up to 20 true and life on the weather rail became truly wet.
Even if we didnt find this particularly pleasant - the boat
was in her element , bullying her way through the seas and giving
little if anything away to the bigger boats around us.
Making love to the GPS...
At dusk we could make out the breakers
over St Albans ledge so tacked onto starboard - and with the 10
degree veer worked out that we were only 4 miles short of the lay
, albeit 50 miles away. At this stage if we were cruising we would
reef down and keep most folk in bed instead of half the crew on
the rail getting soaked , but with regular watches below it was
just about bearable, if marginally certifiable , and dawn saw us
tack changing back to the No 1 in the little eddy within spitting
distance of the Casquet rocks.
Once
round , the seas were flat, the sun came out , breakfast was
served and everything about us was in class one. We rounded
les Hanois at 1100 and bore off onto a fetch in a gradually
easing and veering wind. Soon the spi was up , various crew
were trimming the cushions on the foredeck and the ETA was getting
later and later with each decrease in the breeze. By dusk it
was glassy calm - but with a fair tide we were still marginaly
making progress to the finish.At 0200 a tiny breeze came out
of the east and 45 minutes later as we aproached the line with
a ferocious cross tide the bewildered off watch were called
urgently to get the spinnaker up and bend on the heavy anchor
. To their credit both were ready in seconds , and thanks to
the cunning of the on watch crew of Adrian Jamie and Barney
we crossed at 0300 leaving various boats down tide and sentenced
to wait for hours to make the few metres to the line.
Trimming the... foredeck?
Later that morning our first in class
was confirmed with the next Sigma following on some 11 hours later.
Nice one guys!