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June 7, 2026

Saturday 6th June…another 5am alarm!

Even after one day, the early morning routine is established….get dressed by numbers, say a bleary good morning as brightly as we can to each other and get the kettle on. The forecast is for showers, a bit of a chill and Easterly F4….more getting togged up and more layers. Just as we are getting ready to slip the mooring, Billy and his son arrive back in harbour and they are really chipper having had a good haul of langoustines. We thank him for the crab, but as we leave the harbour he throws us a big bag with at least 60 or 70 langoustine tails. What a brilliant way to start the day and so we slide out into the new day with not just hot coffee, but a really wonderful warm feeling and broad smiles on our faces.

The easterly F4 does not materialise…in fact there is not enough wind to properly fill the sails. However, the previous night’s easterly has left a rather short swell over the beam and Heydays rolls slightly uncomfortably. We tighten the sails, not to drive us along, but just to dampen the rolling.

The coast is definitely becoming craggier and there are all sorts of cliffs and stacks rising out of a sea with breakers at their foot.

Off shore there is a huge windfarm and we seem to be sailing past it for hours…alternately it is in bright sunshine and at other times we see the rain squalls washing past…some of which get us as well.

Amid all the slop and tossing of a beam swell, some dolphins decide to keep us company for a while. Not as spectacular as Coleraine last September, but they always lift the spirits…

As we approach Wick, there are signs of civilisation appearing on the cliffs, but no sign of the promised fresh easterlies…

We call the Wick Harbourmaster and he is waiting on the pontoon to guide us in and to take lines…another great welcome and service which we have rarely (if ever) met ‘down south.

We lunch on crab linguine, langoustines and a bottle of white…cheers again Billy from Helmsdale…and promptly fall asleep….

We do a short shopping list  and head off to the Coop for essentials…2 whites, 2 reds, one gin, one tonic and some spaghetti….its a tough life.

Wandering round town, we get a sense of real decay since even the last time we were here in 2017. There are just so many shops which are boarded up and even the Weatherspoons has gone. It was clearly once a very grand town with huge wealth built on the herring. One information board describes the heyday of the herring industry with a single day catch of over 100million herring and an army of over 3000 fearsome herring gutter women. With over 1000 boats out of Wick in the 1930s we see just a couple of dozen now.  The information board seemed to blame the quotas introduced in the 60s, but the reality is that the herring were simply over-fished, and they killed the very thing which made them rich.

However, as we wander back towards the harbour we see some signs for the future…huge wind turbine blades on the dockside ready for transportation to a new wind farm just down the coast. The blades are huge…78.5 meters long according to a young dock steward, and 20 tons, and are carried vertically on specially designed transporter. Great, we think. Maybe there is hope and life for the future, only to be told that these blades have come from Germany, while others come from Mexico and the US. We are left angry and frustrated. Why are we not building them here? Why are we not giving some hope, jobs and prosperity to a town which clearly needs it?

OK OK, this is a sailing blog, but one of the best bits about sailing like this is that we get to visit places which are convenient harbours, but which are off the tourist trail. We get to see bits of our country which we would not otherwise have visited and to confront some difficult truths about post industrial, finance and service sector focused UK.

June 6, 2026

June 2nd to 5th…a new chapter in chilly climes…


We are back on Heydays having spent some time back home, renewing our acquaintances with grandchildren, gardens/allotments and general domestic stuff.


Chris is not with us for this leg so it’s just John, James and Yee Tak driving up to Inverness early on Tuesday morning. We take turns driving, 2 hours on and 2 hours off…a bit like being on watch for long sea passages. Breakfast in probably the best
motorway services in the country, at Gloucester Farm Shop, and apart from a few pottystops and hand-overs, we get to Heydays by early evening and it’s great to be back on board…and she smells good too!


We have a couple of day’s worth of jobs planned…including new valves for the toilet…who says sailing is all glamour.


Friday morning and a 5.30am alarm gets us up if not raring. We were woken at times in the night as the rigging was whistling and vibrating in the wind, and the rain lashed down with a fierce drumming on the roof…not conditions conducive to a good sleep. The
forecast is for westerly winds F4 to 6, but with showers for most of the day. The main
reason for relinquishing our pillows so early, is so that we can get the strong ebb current out under the bridge and through the Channory Narrows. We get fully togged up as not only are we expecting rain, but the wind is chilly too.


We called Helmsdale Harbourmaster yesterday to check that there would be space for us, only to be told that due to a winter of South Easterly storms, the harbour and the entrance is silted up and that it is effectively closed to leisure boats. We explain that as a bilge keeler with limited draft, we are used to the south coast mud and are happy to take the ground. After a conversation with his boss, the very helpful Billy said that he
was happy to take us and that if we call when we are close, he will guide us in.


It is brilliant to get the boat ready for the open sea…checking sails, ropes and finalising
the navigation for the day.

Finally…we slip our mooring and slide out into the bright Inverness morning…


With the fresh breeze fine over the port quarter, we opt just for a genoa. Over the years we have found that the old girl sails really well like this, and is easy to tack down wind. The added note here is that we don’t need to push on too rapidly as we can’t enter
Helmsdale until 2.30 at the earliest.


As Inverness falls astern into a brightening sky, we are grateful for our early morning coffee. This is June, but with lots of layers stuffing us up, it feels more like February.

We zig zag through the narrows and then we see them…our first dolphins of this leg. Sadly for us they are more interested in their own breakfast than playing or allowing their photo to be taken, but it is still lovely to see them…

We settle in to the usual pattern of a longish passage, the autohelm doing its job and us watching for the usual pot buoys. Of other ships we see nothing, just a small coaster pushing out eastwards.  

The rain comes and goes and we are thankful for our wet weather gear, but when the sun deigns to make an appearance we are quite pathetically grateful…but it really lifts the spirits.

Lunch of hot soup and bread is a real treat…

…and soon we are contacting Billy the harbourmaster to guide us in across the new sandbanks. We line up the marks and then with a sharp turn into the harbour as instructed we are in and Billy is there to take our lines. 9 years ago we were the first yacht of the season to visit Helmsdale, this year we are also the first of the season to attempt the entrance. Just as we make fast our lines, the sky opens (again) and we retreat inside to dry off.

Billy has only been doing the job for a couple of months, as he used to be a regular fisherman. Now, with a couple of hip ops behind him, his son has the boat and Billy helps out from time to time, although he still has a small boat of his own which he uses occasionally.  Mostly they catch crab, lobster and langoustines which they sell to local restaurants and hotels.

We opt for an afternoon nap and when we wake up, we find that Billy has left us a tub of crab meat. He is due to go out this evening with his son and so we say goodbye and just realise again how friendly and helpful the harbourmasters are up here.

Helmsdale has clearly seen better days, and the storms and silting of the harbour will do nothing to help. With a few forty winks under our eyelids, we head off for a wander round…

to the ‘famous’ La Mirage fish and chip restaurant. It is renowned for its huge portions, its glitzy pink décor and its famous attraction for Barbara Cartland who was apparently a frequent visitor. Under new owners the portions are less enormous, but we still can’t finish everything. We head back to Heydays considerably heavier than when we left and prepare ourselves for another early tide to catch.

May 12, 2026

May 11th…The Caledonian Canal

We’re booked in to start our transit of the canal for 9am, so a relatively leisurely start, giving time to have a look at a huge cruise boat coming out… she barely fits…

…and then tea, coffee and a shower…not so. At 8.30 the lock master comes along to say that we are expected and can we please join 3 other boats already in the lock. John and Yee Tak almost break into a trot to get back on board, and then a less than leisurely few minutes getting thge right ropes, fenders etc ready for the deep locks ahead.

The first one (the sea lock) is easy…

However, ahead of us is the famous Neptune’s Staircase. A flight of 7 locks…all of them deep. There are 4 boats going through, a couple of very big, but skittish racing yachts which move around a lot in the turbulent waters of the locks when the sluice gates open.

With three of us ashore tending ropes, we look on a bit too smugly at how well Heydays behaves…perhaps we’ll get our come-uppance!

The back drop to the locks and the whole canal is stunning. I know I’ve used that word a lot, but I’m in danger of running out of superlatives…

We’re through and then cruise gently along the canal past a couple of swing bridges, while a train and cars patiently (we assume) wait for our little flotilla to pass.

We pass our final lock for today with the slightly confusing name of Gairlochy Lock. There is a quiet pontoon (with electricity for the fridge) and we’re tied up and hearing nothing but birdsong against the background of snowy mountains…

This is such an amazing place, not a sound save for birds and the occasional chuckle of water round the stern. We decide to stay for the night.

Postscript: One of the boats we have been in company with today is called Andiamo, a Jeanneau 32. They approach to come behind us on the pontoon, and we take their lines and generally help. We introduce ourselves and as always have to spell out Yee Tak’s name. “She’s from Hong Kong” we explain. “Oh” says Maureen (partner Ian) “I was born in Hong Kong and left in 1971 when I was 14”. What a coincidence… One thing leads to another and we invite them round for early evening drinks. Things then get even weirder… It turns out that Maureen and Yee Tak both went to the same school in HK (St Paul’s) and were both in the same year (although different classes). The rest of us watch on as bystanders at a school reunion, as they discuss the various teachers and nuns they had the fortune (or sometimes misfortune) to be taught by. It was lovely watching them reminisce back down to their schoolgirl days…

May 10, 2026

May 9th… Tobermory to Loch a Choir

Following the established morning routine of tea and coffee administered from a horizontal position, we eventually achieved sufficient motivation to prepare the vessel for departure. The plan: retrace our wake down the Sound of Mull, turn to port at the bottom, and proceed up Loch Linnhe, with an overnight stop in Loch a Choire, before continuing to Corpach/Fort William and the entrance to the Caledonian Canal.

A brief foray ashore for last-minute provisions, then into the sailing gear. The day was bright and clear, but the sun and wind seemed not to have agreed on who was coming out on top today.

We slipped the mooring just after 1pm, under a double-reefed main and headed out into what proved to be a near-dead run.

The Sound of Mull funnelled gusts down its steep sides with its customary lack of subtlety, and we maintained a respectful level of concentration to avoid any accidental gybes. A handful of sailing boats were beating up toward Tobermory…

…we kept clear as required and got on with our afternoon.

Soup and sandwiches did their job, but he scenery did considerably more than its job. The sailing was glorious, with little cottages and hidden beaches…

Bearing away into Loch Linnhe, the wind came more firmly onto the quarter, which improved both the boat speed and the general atmosphere on deck. We also noted not for the first time that sailing in enclosed waters has a distinct psychological advantage over open passages: there is always something to aim for. In this case, a succession of large and impressive mountains (although not to Chris, who comes from a land of properly high mountains called the Rockies…), which are considerably more encouraging than a featureless grey sea.

As the afternoon wore on, the wind increased and began to head us, so we dropped to motor-sailing under the main alone. Purists may raise an eyebrow, but it kept us in the sheltered inshore waters, made use of the weaker tidal streams, and, crucially, kept things manageable as the gusts crept above 30 knots approaching Loch a Choir. The reefs earned their keep.

Mainsail furled, we motored the final stretch directly into 30-plus knots, running through the options for anchoring or mooring in what the pilot book diplomatically describes as subject to “often violent squalls in strong winds.” The pilot book, on this occasion, was not exaggerating.

The Old Boat House restaurant at the head of the loch, keeps a few mooring buoys for visiting boats. Only one other vessel was in residence, sensibly so, given the conditions, and we picked up a free buoy with the quiet relief of people who had been giving the anchoring question rather more thought than we would have liked.

A call to the restaurant confirmed we were welcome to use the mooring overnight, whether or not we came ashore to eat. A generous gesture, really kind.

The backdrop was quite beautiful, mountains on all sides, the loch settled despite the wind, the light beginning to shift toward evening. We decided to go ashore for dinner.

The Old Boat House turned out to be exactly right, six tables, run by a couple, unhurried and excellent….

We settled in as the sun dropped behind the mountains and threw long reds and oranges across the water, and agreed that the day had gone rather well.

There is something genuinely stirring about cold northern waters in bright sunshine. The discomfort is real, but so is everything else.

A near-perfect day.

May 8, 2026

May 7th…a glorious sail up the Sound of Mull

Pre-departure planning the previous evening presented a bit of a navigational debate. The Admiralty Tidal Atlas and our two trusted apps, Navionics and Savvy Navvy, appeared to have attended entirely different courses on hydrography. The apps suggested a relaxed, “leave whenever you fancy” approach, while the Admiralty, in its authoritative manner, was insisting on considerably stronger tidal streams and a correspondingly later departure.

A night’s sleep resolved nothing, but the forecast offered a helpful nudge… headwinds were due to arrive late afternoon, which concentrated the mind. Departure was set for around noon, a decision that felt decisive.

Easedale came to life in the morning sunshine as we attended to brunch, and set about preparing ourselves and Heydays (The Old Girl), for what promised to be an “exciting” trip in F3 to 5 conditions.

Passing through the narrow entrance, we noted with that we were the last vessel to depart, leaving behind a now-deserted anchorage….

Years of sailing Heydays have taught us that she respoinds reall well to conservative sail management. A reef or two in the main, a few rolls in the genoa, and she is transformed. Speed is maintained, whilst comfort, controllability, and the boat’s general wellbeing improve considerably. This approach was validated repeatedly throughout the morning, as the surrounding hills and mountains generated the occasional sharp squall.

With approximately a knot of tide in opposition, Heydays was still getting a respectable 5 knots over the ground, a performance we attribute with considerable satisfaction to her Coppercoated bottom, which continues to prove its worth.

The scenery was extraordinary. Ben Nevis and the Cairngorms loomed over the horizon with a magnificence which was quite inspiring.

Running downwind with a building sea demanded a lot of concentration at the helm. Occasionally, and with exhilaration,Heydays approached 10 knots, surfing down the faces of waves as we charged up the Firth of Lorne. Crinan and Oban slipped astern, and we looked forward to a late lunch in the relative civility of the Sound of Mull as we passed Blacks Memorial Tower and later, the imposing Dewart Castle…

These waters are altogether much busier than the quieter passages around Jura and Islay. CalMac ferries, coasters, and workboats went purposefully about their business in all directions.

The gusts strengthened as the afternoon progressed, but with the tide now generously in our favour, Heydays was eating up the remaining miles to Tobermory with considerable enthusiasm.

A passing CalMac ferry acquired a Coastguard helicopter, which shadowed it for the better part of half an hour. Clearly a training exercise, the aircraft hovered mere feet above the ferry’s stern, producing a spectacular downdraft.

Tobermory materialised around the headland right on cue, and with gusts still making their presence felt, we dropped the sails and aimed hopefully for a walk-ashore pontoon berth rather than the more athletic alternative of a mooring buoy. Luck was with us and we secured what appeared to be the final available berth. With Heydays safely tucked in and a rain shower providing the atmosphere, gin and tonics were poured, and a brilliant passage was complete.

Postscript: The Admiralty Tidal Atlas, it transpired, had a rather firmer grasp on reality than our apps. Some institutions, it seems, have earned their authority…

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April 28, 2026

Getting the old girl ready…

The broad plan for ’26, is to leave Coleraine and head up to Islay…with its 9 distilleries, and then work our way up to the Outer Hebrides, before we round Cape Wrath and then to Orkney. Time and weather will dictate any further progress north, before we head south once more down the East coast  of Scotland.  No decisions yet about next winter, but Coleraine has been good to us (and our pockets)…so who knows…?

John and James are coming out early to do the usual pre-season checks and prep. We’ve booked in to have Heydays lifted out…we need to sort some electrical stuff on the mast, insurance has asked for a full survey, and we need to pay attention to her bottom.

But first things first….. Heydays has done really well over winter, snuggly up the River Bann, and we renew our acquaintance with her…and with The Queen’s Arms, where Terry remembers us and welcomes us like locals.

Out of the water the old girls looks good and with a fine bottom…

…so we have a wee celebratory dram as the sun sets over the river.

We gradually tick off the list of jobs, re-wiring on the mast, new hatches…on an old boat, the routine list of repair and maintenance gets longer by the year. By Friday, we’re up to date, apart from making her smell nice and looking less like a den for a couple of old salts, and more like something Yee Tak and Chris would actually want to live in.

We wander in to town to be greeted by Union Flags and the Ulster flag from almost every lamppost, lots of people milling about and police closing roads. It turns out that there is a big event for the marching bands (mostly drum and fife). There must be well over 30 which are still marching over 2 hours after the start…and long after we’ve retired back to our boat.

All very militaristic,  some with innocuous names like the Ballymena Drum and Fife Band, but others with clearer intentions….and most with union flags and assorted orange colours.

We refrain from asking if there are any pictures of the pope!

Our feeling as observers was one of watching long memories and defiance.

Saturday, and the river is buzzing with huge numbers from the rowing club on the opposite bank…

…whilst on Sunday, nothing much happens until 1pm (presumably apart from the church goers at the very many assorted non-conformist churches and chapels).

We decide that we too should have a day of rest, and take the train to Derry Londonderry. Its quite a spectacular ride beside rocky pools and glorious sandy beaches, before we turn into Loch Foyle and the city itself.

This is not the place for a history lesson, but the walls are amazing, and steeped in sectarian memories, both from the siege by catholic James 2nd, and its eventual relief by the protestant Wiiliam of Orange, right up to the watchtowers and dividers throughout the 70s 80s and 90s. Nowhere is free from reminders from both sides…

…and down on the Creggan and Bogside…

But outside these areas, there is a real sign that life is normal once more, and that there is a desire to look forward…

….one of 5 bars in a row…
….and the Peace Bridge.

Monday is a slightly apprehensive day with a surveyor due…

He gives her a clean bill of health appart from some corrosion on one of the seacocks in the engine room. This is less good news as failure of these can lead to seawater being more on the inside than the outside of the boat…not normally ideal. There are some brilliantly helpful people around and when gentle persuasion with a big spanner doesn’t work to remnove the old one, a neighbour lends us his angle grinder.

We’ve rented a car for the next two days, partly to fetch Yee Tak and Chris from the airport and partly to let John and Chris do some sightseeing…James and Yee Tak have driven this recently. This turns out to be a brilliant move as we tour the chandlers for essential bits. A special mention has to go to Down Marine just outside Belfast. This is a real Alladin’s cave of boat bits and we get just about everything needed to get the job done.

With our other halves collected, John and Chris trundle off round the Titanic museum (one of the best museums we have ever been to) and the others find a bar… The scenic route along the coast road from Belfast is stunning, and hugs the cliffs and rocky beaches all the way past Ratlin Island, Ballycastle, The Giants Causeway …and Bushmills Distillery. Dinner in Rory McIlroy’s home town of Port Rush sets us up nicely for what will be a hard days work tomorrow.

June 14, 2025

Saturday 14 June …westwards but slowly…

The morning forecast is suggesting SW or W F3 to F5 but at least there is no rain on the horizon and the river most definitely looks so much nicer in the early sun than yesterday afternoon’s downpour. There is even a woman and her dog pulling out along the river…

Decision made, and instead of slugging across in a headwind to Falmouth, we opt for Fowey. This should be (almost) possible if the wind has a decent bit of south in it and we want to give it another go. We were there 7 years ago and arrived in the midst of some festival or other, where all the pubs and restaurants were only doing drinks and no food. The place was rammed with loads of boozing and we got royally ripped off in the only place serving food which was an over-priced and very surly Indian….not that we are bitter or twisted!

The wind has already being blowing most of the night and we slide out of the river into quite a swell from the SW. We round the Mewstone rocks and set sail across Plymouth and try to clear Rame head. Sadly not quite and we need to tack back south before we can make a decent course. The sea is definitely lumpier than completely comfortable, but Heydays laps it up and most of the sea stays outside the boat! The weather is glorious and we are in the company of a few other boats making their way west. The submarines (if indeed they are there) don’t make themselves felt and we scud out across Whitsands bay in a freshening breeze. As the afternoon wears on the wind and the seas build with (we assume) the onset of sea breezes. With the headland refusing to move to allow us to make Fowey in one fetch, we tack out once more and the occasional sea decides that it would be better inside our cockpit than out. Still, the sailing is glorious, but we are all painfully aware that our days of taking this for more than just an afternoon seem long gone. We hear a couple of  coastguard calls, one for a yacht which has washed ashore not far from our position, but with no sign of the lone sailor on passage from Roscoff. Boats in the vicinity are being asked to look out…

Another yacht has lost its mast and is looking for a tow in. We are grateful we had our rigging renewed last summer.

Of the dismasted yacht and the missing sailor we see no sign, and we finally begin to close the entrance to Fowey. Grateful for some respite from the constant bracing against the rollers from the west. We are directed to the last remaining walk ashore pontoon and soon a french yacht is also rafted up outside. With lines snug we are in the cockpit with gin and tonic within 10 minutes and bask in the glory of another hardy and  (to us at least) heroic beat to windward.

Thankfully no festival today but almost all the restaurants are fully booked. We end up in a completely un-prepossessing  pub called the Lugger, but which serves up a great few dishes at prices well below some of the ‘nicer’ restaurants. They deserve more recognition in our humble opinion.

June 13, 2025

Friday 13th June…dominated by weather…

Our lives, inevitably, are dominated by the weather. The forecast for today is to start off with some nice Sou’westerlies, going round to the east then back to SW. That will do us nicely as by the time the SW comes back we should be headed NW and on a nice beam reach for the River Yealm. The only cloud on the horizon (literally) is that solid rain is due around 3 or 3.30pm. We make the decision to stem some foul tide for a while in order to be snug and hopefully dry up the river by this afternoon.

So a 6 am alarm comes as no surprise and we have our first cup of coffee with some lovely sunshine. A light breakfast and we slide out of the marina just as some early fishing boats leave and a couple return home with the night’s catch.

The wind is lighter than forecast as we round Berry Head …

…and set out west once more. So we top it up with some diesel in an effort to keep up our speed over the ground and make the Yealm before the rain sets in. A few boats are heading in to Dartmouth, but somehow we prefer Brixham with its slightly rougher, workaday edge than the most definitely yachtie destination of Dartmouth.

The day turns rather hazy and the wind becomes ever more fickle as the rather beautiful Devon coast slips by, with its red striated rocks and fields clinging to the cliffs. A bit of sun would have shown its true glory…

There is quite a swell running, presumably left over from previous strong winds out in  jus asternthe Atlantic and as we get closer to the Skerries bank just off Start point the sea build and becomes quite confused. Coupled with little wind, we are tossed around a bit, until with Salcombe fading behind we are back to some idea of calm. Of the promised easterlies there is no sign and while we keep the main up to reduce the roll, the genoa is rolled away, then let out again, then rolled away….

A seal lazily rolls out of our way looking very contented, presumably having had its fill of fish for breakfast. The sun disappears and we keep looking nervously for the rain clouds….all OK so far, and then all of a sudden we find ourselves disturbing a pod of dolphins. Sadly they are not interested in playing with us, finding their shoal of fish a more attractive proposition. A glimpse of some white bellies and a dorsal fin, and they are gone.

We are now bearing away just in time to make use of the promised SW winds. Like dolphins, the wind just teases and still the diesel keeps purring.

We approach the entrance to the river Yealm as we feel the first few tentative drops of rain. Newly ‘togged up’ in our finest wet weather gear, we lose the redundant sails and make our way round the sand bar within a biscuit’s toss of the rocky shore.

We find a visitors buoy just as the rain begins and we pick up the line, make it fast then dash back to get the cockpit tent up all in the space of around 60seconds. Inside and largely dry, the heavens open and we congratulate ourselves on a plan coming together.

Postscript. The very wet harbour master comes alongside in his launch for his fees and cheerily tells us that the rain is set in ‘til Sunday, but ‘scorcio’ after that!

June 12, 2025

June 11th…Lyme Bay

The day dawns fine and clear and with the promised winds from the east.

We up anchor to head out for the Bill and are gratified to find a succession of boats out of Weymouth, all with the same idea. We assume that we can’t all have got our passage plan wrong.

Out of the harbour we shake out the reefs in the main and with a full genoa we are skimming along in company. Ride to the Bill is always fascinating as we are never more than a quarter of a mile (two and a half cables in very old money) from the old quarry workings and the rusting remains of cranes used to load chunks or Portland stone on the coasters. With a fair tide helping us, we race past the beach huts and the light house and the tourists….and then we’re out into the bay.

But then, just as rapidly…we see absolutely nothing. Of Portland, the tourists and the other boats there is no trace as thick fog engulfs us with visibility down to less than 50m.

Fog horn out and radar on, but then within 10 minutes the fog lifts and we are back to sunshine and clear views of Chesil beach. The only sign of the fog is a dense cap over the top of Portland.

We tack down wind in around 12 knots of wind and consider getting the cruising chute out. The latest shipping forecast for the inshore area now talks about strengthening winds up to F6 with thundery showers towards late afternoon/evening. The chute stays in its locker and the swell and wind build through the afternoon, with the sun having to work ever harder to penetrate the deepening clouds.

Steering down the waves requires more and more concentration and in what is now 20kts of wind we round up and stow the main. Continuing under genny alone makes the motion much easier and avoids the unpleasantness of an uncontrolled mainsail gybe.

We are shadowed for a time by a couple of warships on manoeuvres (we hope) and gradually by the rest of the little flotilla which rounded the Bill with us. Visibility deteriorates and It is not until we are less than a mile from Brixham that we can finally make out the entrance light.

Unfortunately the (cheap) harbour moorings are all taken already so we end up in the regular marina accompanied by some of the worst behaved and noisy seagulls imaginable. Oh well, electricity, water and the promise of hot showers soften the need to take out a mortgage to stay there.

June 9, 2025

June 9th… nothing special, just another beat to windward…

A pleasingly uneventful night in studland sees a rather watery sun trying to
breakthrough as we get togged up for a beat along the normally stunning Dorset Coast.
We slip the mooring and head out past Old Harry and his wife and pick up a reasonably
gentle swell rolling up the channel.


There is firing today on the Lulworth Ranges so we need to need to keep at least 3 ½
miles offshore. As it happens this suits us at the moment just in terms of where
the wind is coming from so we head out south past a rather grey and overcast Swanage
and leave Durlston behind on a beat into a chilly F5. The west going tide starts to make a
mark and we begin the relatively slow passage west.
Oddly there are a few boats behind us who opt for the passage closer inshore. Have
we got the firing times completely wrong? We are vindicated a short while later as we
hear the coastguard (relatively politely at first) requesting that they alter course to avoid
being shot at….actually I made that last bit up, but a Navy protection boat most
definitely makes things clear.
Of the stunning Dorset Coast we see little, and Lulworth, Durdle Door and
Chapmans Pool are points on the chart, passing by in the gloom. Never mind we say,
this is June so we must be enjoying ourselves!
Actually the sail is exhilarating as Heydays scuds along with a double reef main and a
couple of rolls in the genoa. We have found over the years, that we could pile mo8re sail
on and get maybe another half knot, but at the loss of balance and calm. So 5 to 6kts is
fine by us and allows for a civilised and even peaceful cockpit. We catch a few decent spells of blue sky to remind us of what it could be like…


It takes ages for Portland to decide to show itself, and we anchor finally just as the sun
makes itself felt once more. There are few other visiting yachts, but the harbour is a real playground
for all sorts of foiling windsurfers, kite surfers and assorted high speed wizzy stuff.


A late lunch, a snooze in the sun….


.. and then the clouds come back, the wind picks up and we have a 3 course meal
tucked up in the cockpit all washed down with some aperitifs and the last of a box of
Rose. Early start in the morning for another beat across Lyme Bay to Brixham….weather
permitting…