Saturday, 21 March 2015

Back on the broomstick

We finally cut the umbilical chord on March 9th ( would have been Mums 90th birthday), and inched our way out of TOBY , with a little help from our friends. True to form, Meriva ground to a halt as Tristan avoided the ferry. We were stuck aground. Keith was brilliant and nudged, badgered and like us probably cursed her out of the mud and into the channel. 



We still made the bridge and pushed ahead of everyone before anything else could go amiss. The brilliance of Marigot Bay took your breath away......this was what we had signed up for. It was so good to be floating again.

Marigot Bay
Marigot bay with Cranky in the background

Celebratory cigar! Followed by another .........


We had intended to go in for a drink with everyone but the outboard wouldn't start, it was blowing strong and a long way to row. Help was on hand and thanks to Chris, Fynn and Oscar in their rescue dinghy we made it in to spend our last night in Time Out Boat Yard with the good friends we have made. 

I think a combination of Rose wine, strong winds, lumpy seas, Tristan cursing  the outboard,  and the fact it had been nearly 10 months ashore....I felt sea sick and we hadn't gone anywhere.
One scopoderm patch and I felt fantastic....ready to face our new adventure, jump on the broomstick and sail away.  The next day we went around to Simpson Bay to see our friends, Linda and Andy for a night, then left.....direction, South!

Wind guru forcast a steady 20 knots and 2 metre seas from the east......slightly under estimated. We had nearly 3 metres, very short wave period, winds easterly with a bit of south in. It was baptism of fire for our first sail. Everything went fine, a few pumps on the bilge but nothing to worry about. Looks like Tristan's hard work has paid off. 

We approached the gap between St Kitts and Statia....the seas dropped, wind eased and it was one of the best sails we have had in the Caribbean. 




We anchored off Basseterre tired but smiling. Checked in, stocked with fresh food and decided to hide for a few days and enjoy. 

We anchored off White House Bay........but were declined entry to the beach bar dock as it was for clients only. We wanted a drink but were told to land the dinghy on the reef lined beach by a jobs worth security guard. So, we eschewed that drink...




We were told they had put a dingy dock for people to use in the marina.

The new marina 

Meriva at anchor

Thank god we didn't dinghy round.....it's a building site with nothing there but concrete pontoons for very large yachts. We did walk over to look at the plans for the salt pond and were rewarded by seeing monkeys! 

 
Green vervet monkeys

We went over to sand bank bay. It was deserted, covered in Sargassum weed with a couple of private clubs off the beach. 

Sargassum 


Tristan pointed out the sewage discharge point..I'm getting him trained. It's on a windward beach!

We left St Kitts and headed over to Nevis, another brilliant sail  and have spent a few days chillin off Pinneys Beach. Quiet anchorage apart from at night!   At 3.15 am the Friday night music stopped.  I'd spent an hour in the cockpit, unable to switch off from listening to reggae, enjoying the fish leaping and the waves lapping around the boat.The stars were bright and at last I saw the southern cross. I always look for the three stars that make up the belt of orion and think of my girls, but Tristan had talked about th southern cross, visible  in Australia.  It was rising just above the horizon.....so I spent time thinking about Amy in Melbourne. 

The red beach umbrellas look inviting!


Nevis in the background.
 

This island is so relaxing.....no hustle and bustle, laid back and friendly, very friendly, the folk here are lovely! We ventured ashore paid our mooring fees and took a ride up to the botanical gardens and hugged a few trees, not many though as they had spikes on the trunks!  It was peaceful and deserted!  We ate in the Thai restaurant and had a stroll down to the road back into Charlestown Harbour, the capital of Nevis.  

We have relaxed after a hectic few months and we are enjoying being on holiday again. It's not easy to do nothing, takes practice.  

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Times out........

Well the first part of the year can be put down to Chikungunya. Chikungunya head and shoulders knees and  hands! Knees and hands! In fact any part of the body that has previously been injured and any movable joint......they all hurt. Needless to say progress on any jobs has been slow.

Tristan did manage to climb the mast after a hefty dose of paracetamol, to refit the replacement staysail stay and the rebuilt furler. We did accept help. Thank you Astrid and Bjorn. 

I've been varnishing, just for a change, and decided to sand off the transom. It's taking a long time and a lot of frustration to rebuild the layers of varnish especially in humid conditions, before we apply the new name stencil.

Once you have stopped for a while, it's hard to leave and to get going again. Compound that with Chikungunya and you begin to feel like you'll never be able to function normally again. 

We were invited to go sailing last weekend on Rosie by  Paula and Keith. After a moment of guilt for not keeping up with jobs, we jumped at the chance. It was the best weekend we have had for a long time.


  Perfect weather, excellent company, beautiful anchorage, a roaring sail and turtles!





We  passed through the bridge by TOBY at 0900 and headed out into Marigot Bay. There was no wind and flat seas, so we had a gentle relaxing motor around the south west of St Martin, past Simpson Bay and Phillipsburg in the south and out towards Ile Fouche which is part of St Barts. 





The horse shoe bay wasn't too crowded and as soon as we arrived  we all  went for a swim. It had been such a long time...I miss snorkelling. The coral reef near the shoe was good.....gorgonian corals, huge parrot fish and turtles. Perfect.


Tristan also got to sleep with a leggy blonde!





The next morning we left in gusty winds and headed towards Tintamare under sail. With the help of George, the autopilot....well until Rosie decided to turn off the 12V supply and we did a 180. That's the trouble with blondes!  

As we approached Tintamare  a dolphin crossed the bow.....never to be seen again!  Keith gave us a guided tour of Tintamare. The old airstrip used  as a refuelling station during the Second World War, reclaimed by nature. The remnents  of planes, boilers  and dwellings. Once a hectic community, now overgrown. 

After a relaxing lunch, kindly cooked by Paula we motored back  around St Martin. We had circumnavigated St Martin in 24 hours and got our sea legs back. Both of us are ready to go sailing.













We needed  a big kick up the backside to get going, but we are in no rush to get anywhere. It's another day in paradise and we need to enjoy it.  That's what we are doing.  


Thursday, 15 January 2015

Varnish on, varnish off, varnish on......

We reached the end of the hurricane season, frantically trying to get work completed before we launched.
The high UV has been attacking the varnish as quick as I have been applying it and it has taken a lot of determination to keep on top of it. I'm still not sure who's winning. It's either to hot, midday, to dusty or raining!



I've lost count of the number of people have said we are mad to have a wooden boat in the tropics. Listening to people who live the cruisers life.....no boat is without it's faults and  we have confidence in our wooden boat. She is sturdy and so far has kept us safe in often horrible weather conditions both on land and at sea. 

Tristan has replaced the broken toe rail and capping piece with a lovely piece of 100 year old Trinny teak....it looks fantastic.



We worked out that our boat contains the following woods....

Pitch pine.....Scandinavia....bilge planking and garboards
Rock elm... Canada.........steam bent frames
Mahogany....Caribbean....keel laminated ring frames,  hull planking
Teak......Burma......coach roof, deck, toe rail, combings
Iroko....Africa.....new floors in heads
Utile........Africa.....replacement planks in quarter
Oak.......Cornwall.....replacement frames, ceiling in interior
Purple Heart .....Guyana........mast step and mast step floors replacing bronze strap floors. Chocks for sheet anchor.
Yellow pine.....Canada....cockpit carlings and beams
Afromosia.........Africa....internal cabinetry.
Lignum vitae used for bearing while drilling out ballast keel hole in mast step floor, current use as a key fob. 
1960's high grade plywood replaced with Robbins  of Bristol finest marine ply.

The inside has been maintained as she was when we bought her  and it's the character of Meriva that we love.


St Martin is also a good island to replace bits that have suffered wear and tear..... Hatch hinges, water pumps, alternators, stays and so it goes on with the money pit.

We have knuckled down to work and basically have only left the boatyard a few times since the hurricane. Our day out  involves a trip to Budget marine, Island waterworld, Caribbean fastenings and Ace, and if I'm really lucky on the way home.....a trip to the cigar shop!


Our saving grace was a visit from our friends on Coromandal, Linda and Andy.






 We all went on a 'stroll', originally to the forested slope of St Martin but the path was overgrown by vicious shrubs......we opted for plan B.



















It was so good to see them and I enjoyed a bit of 'girlie' time. We both needed that!




Tristan has  sanded the old anti fouling off , recaulked  and we applied four coats of anti fouling. It's not much fun balancing on oil drums and pallets to paint the top sides so as long  as everything is protected from the damaging UV, pretty can come later from the dingy.

We splashed in December. Neither of us had been feeling well........then the Chickungunya hit! Me first!






It was so good to be back on the water and feel the boat move. 
Christmas Eve was spent at Maison Flotantte in the lagoon........fantastic company and fantastic food. We spent a lot of time over Christmas resting and recouperating, then New Years Eve Tristan went down with chikungunya. It still didn't stop the midnight swim to welcome in 2015 with lovely friends.


Thank for the photos, Peter!



Needless to say New Year's Day was a right off.......and several days after, and several days after that. Tristan was ill for the first time since we met. 

I have been enjoying a weekly walk with a fellow cruiser.......we made it up into the forest this week to see the butterflies but the highlight was vervet or green monkey's which crossed our path. That will be a challenge to photograph them!




















We still have a few jobs to do but we are looking forward to visiting some of the places we never made it to last year and another shot at Antiqua Classics!  

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Hurricane Gonzalo

Well we survived my first Hurricane. Tristan had been in Antigua when Hurricanes Jose and Lenny hit, so he was more clued up on what to expect. Everyone on the boatyard was chilled out and felt perhaps we were overdoing the preparation, it was predicted to be a tropical storm.We'd studied the cloud development and Saharan dust, for several days and read the contradictions on the many internet weather sites. However, what was forming seemed greater than what everyone was being told.

Tropical storm Gonzalo was heading for Antigua and was expected to move north towards St Martin but pass to the south and wasn't expected to become a full hurricane. But not all sites agreed on this and it was definitely downplayed by the authorities.



On Sunday, the  manager of Time Out Boatyard hauled his boat, which sent a message out to everyone, something is brewing or they have a big problem with the boat. 
Cranky the crane was lowered, people on moorings put out extra anchors and chain, with a little help from their friends.
We all tied down anything that was potentially loose, removed spray hoods and tied down the stainless frames.


 Water tanks were filled and we bought extra water and  fresh food.  We had plenty of tins left over from my excessive storage for the Atlantic crossing that never happened. I always worry about my chances of survival should Tristan ever run out of food!

On Sunday evening we were all ready to face whatever was going to happen. The atmosphere was fuelled by several Presidente beers, but drunk at a much slower pace than normal. I don't think anyone had a good nights sleep, not even Tropical Storm Gonzalo. 

Nothing significant happened overnight just moderate winds.

We woke up on Monday, it seemed OK, it was raining and the wind was beginning to pick up. The supermarket over the road was still open so Tristan strolled over to Simply to get another 
pack of water.

During Monday morning, occasional strong gusts, heavy rain and black skies. The storm was a direct hit on Antigua, but we were still being told it was a tropical storm. Fuelled by the evaporation of warm tropical seawater, the tropical storm was hurricane force before it left Antigua.


Time Out was all tied down, the opposite boat yard, just lowered the crane and was still belting in strops. Nothing like leaving things to the last minute!

I spent time reading,Tristan was playing a computer game when we had electricity and annoyingly interrupting me when we didn't. The sofa had been rebuilt so there was a good space to lounge.  The spray hood was removed and stowed for insurance purposes, but it wouldn't have survived with hindsight. The companion way hatch which was normally sheltered was leaking but it needed to be varnished. That was on the 'to do ' list. Only one leak in the cabin top requiring a bowl. That was a good sign. 



The wind was howling with strong gusts but the boat felt stable and we both felt safe inside.

We cooked the  sausages while we had electricity, so we had sausage sandwiches for whenever. 

We stood in the companion way with the hatch doors open watching . The wind was hitting the boat on the port side, east, veering towards the bow, northerly. By midday it was heavy consistent rain and whiteout conditions over  Simpson Bay lagoon. 
The lagoon looked like a cauldron. You could see  a boat trying to get it's anchor down or stop it dragging, then it was gone in the heavily laden mist.

A few small fishing boats were passing into the lagoon, presumably to ditch in the mangroves.
The boat was rattling with the shifting winds. The bilge alarm kept going off. Really worrying when you are eight foot in the air on telegraph poles.

The weather continued to build with very strong gusts  and heavy rain which was relentless and torrential. Palm trees were bending , coconuts dropping and small debris flying. The channel was brown and swirling. Around 1700 the  wind eased then moved around to the port side, north west, gradually as the hurricane moved from St Barts  toward Anguilla just off Marigot Bay, St Martin. 
The worse part of the hurricane was between 1700 and 2100  hours. We were both alert and wired on adrenaline.
At this point the boat boomed, the wind reverberated through the hull. The spinnaker poles were tied down an under the granny bars but were lifting a foot in the air, crashing down onto the deck. Tristan went out on all fours and lashed them down being pelted by hot stinging rain.  
The rain was horizontal accompanied by thunder, lightning and roaring winds. 

The power went off several times but in between we were able to heat up a few tins.  Uninspiring ravioli, but it was fuel and we were running on adrenaline. 

Around 2100 the winds subsided and it was still raining heavily.....a full storm but this sounded calm compared to what we had experienced previously. Out came the pastis, I  always had a bottle of brandy in reserve.  We eventually went to bed and slept.

We were the lucky ones. We had no idea of the carnage over St Martin and how people had been fighting for their lives.

We were up very early, apprehensive about what we would find, but we were very lucky. No damage. TIme out boat yard was the only yard with no damage to the boats, a testament to the hard work and forethought of the manager and yard hands. For this we are extremely grateful. 



From my on board weather reporter of the hurricane's passage,  we must have caught the edge of the wall of the hurricane, the eye being just off the other side of the island. As the hurricane was passing over St Martin and between St Martin and Anguilla, any boats in Marigot bay didn't really stand a chance.

Even though the  bridge had opened several extra times during the previous day to allow boats into the lagoon when a tropical storm was forecast and there were many catamarans and boats shallow enough to get in, but they chose to remain at anchor. 

This goes back to the main problem that what was felt on the ground was not what was predicted and the severity of the storm, which hit St Martin as a hurricane was unreal. On the flip side people have to take responsibility for their own lives and precaution is better than ' Don't worry!'.

Boats at anchor in the lagoon struggled during the fierce blows and several had to reset their anchors several times. I felt really sorry for them, out on the fore deck in pelting rain. Many people lost their boats and it was not always their fault.



 Other boats  blasted into them, taking boats  with the wind. Pairs of boats were de-masted  on the bridge separating St Martin from Sint Maarten. Boats were washed into the mangroves or up onto the sandy ground surrounding the lagoon. Stories from the other marinas were not so good.


 Boats smashed against concrete pontoons, boats lying on top of other boats and cleats were pulled out of the pontoons. Interestingly, cleats on the boats fared better than those on the pontoon which will be one for the insurance companies!
Mooring lines broke and some  people had not doubled up or set additional anchors, mainly because the storm was down played. 


The debate on the severity of the hurricane goes on...it was a category 1 but could have been a category 2 depending on the sustained wind speeds recorded. Again the reasoning for the lack of agreement appears to be due to the insurance wording, French Authorities and  subsequent claims, but who knows, street talk.

As to the wildlife, there are reports dead iguanas, but there was a small green iguana up a fallen coconut tree. 
 The birds population seem fine. Plenty of bananaquits and grackles around, but there may be one less if I get hold of the bird that deposited all over my wet varnish!








The lagoon is strewn with debris and it is murky from a huge sediment loading. Mostly coconuts, branches, bits of wood and of course plastic. Considering the number of boats that were destroyed, I would have expected more debris. The tide must have surged below the boat at some point during the hurricane as there is a distinct tide line of debris. 
We haven't been out and around St Martin  as we don't have transport and we needed to do essential jobs on Meriva. 

St Martin/ Sint Maarten are French and Dutch respectively. The services are excellent, supermarkets of European standard so I suspect they have an advantage over many of the Caribbean Islands.  We had electricity most of the time and water. The supermarket was open the next day with fresh French baguettes. The Authorites are on the ball with testing water quality, and there is a Public Health advisory against swimming in the sea all around St Martin. When you consider the volume of rainfall and the severity of the hurricane, this is a good thing. 


Looting is a major issue for the boats that have gone aground. Arrests have been made on the Dutch side but it appears to be less enforced on the French side.  It's sad that people who have lost their homes, taken the bare essentials and their passports, leaving the boat to stay alive, then have to face people stealing whats left of their belongings. 

Plenty of people have visited the boatyard who have lost their boats and are lucky to be alive. It's a sobering event that puts life into perspective. You can manage without stuff. Friends are important and the support of communities. People pull together in a crisis and focus on what is important. That's the good side of human nature.