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Monday 8 May

Still feeling less than 100%, typical after a prolonged bout of ‘mal-de-mer’, Mate persuaded Skipper to stay another night, ostensibly to turn me into a Chinese laundry by hanging all the washing on my lines to dry in the sun and breeze. Skipper later got chatting with the crew of Sestrel, who had crossed the Irish Sea from Peel in a lumpy Force 6, so vindicating the Mate’s decision to spend another night here. She passed a quiet day doing some admin, needlework and organising of photos of our journey so far, and they both enjoyed another evening stroll around the quay to a post box, watching more seals near the fish quay.

Sunday 7 May

The kindly harbour master didn’t charge us for last night, and showed Mate where to do some laundry at a reasonable charge. Feeling better today, she then washed me down and refilled my water tanks, before sticking on the first of my new bow transfers showing my name – very smart.
My crew enjoyed a wander around the village, finding some interesting history about its past as a popular centre for bathing in spa waters, and an ex-boathouse, now a local supermarket, where longships for the TV series ‘Vikings’ had been built. They watched seals in the channel, and spotted a heronry protected by a ring of rocks exposed at low water, when the harbour looks a very different place, and makes sense of the many markers that at high tide seem to be strewn randomly around.

Saturday 6 May

Having checked the weather forecast, my crew decided to head for Strangford Lough, as the wind and resultant swell were supposed to ease by around 1000, while if we left it until the following day, there would be no wind and it would be a long passage under motor. Unfortunately, the weather gods hadn’t checked the forecast, and as usual did their own thing: the wind remained on my nose the whole way, and the seas were short and choppy – great as a hairstyle, but not on waves. It was a long cold stretch down Carlingford Lough, and at the entrance conditions were very unpleasant. Unfortunately, by this time the tide was against our turning round and going back in to seek shelter and try again another day. Skipper managed to hoist the mainsail with a second reef set, but sweating it up from my bucking coachroof meant he crawled back into the cockpit a distinctly pale shade of green – very unusual, and not a good colour on him. By now Mate was communing regularly with Jimmy, and this persisted throughout the day. We tried to sail long tacks to make progress into the wind, which meant our passage added up to 50M instead of the suggested 30, and resulted in us missing the recommended tidal window into Strangford Narrows, so instead we made landfall in Ardglass.

Eventually the wind died completely, and sunny patches began to appear, so the sea became calmer and Mate began to appreciate the scenery, Northern Ireland’s highest peak, Slieve Donald among the Mountains of Mourne to our West, and the hazy outline of the Isle of Man away to the East. Ardglass is small, friendly and very sheltered; we came alongside easily on the outermost pontoon, which was obviously a favourite perch of the local seabird population: wellies required to step off my side decks. Having recovered his sea legs much earlier, Skipper cooked omelettes for supper to soothe a cold, tired, washed-out Mate, who was soon afterwards bunked down for the night.

Friday 5 May

Today’s highlight for my crew was a private tour of the fishing vessel I’m tied up behind, including a detailed explanation of the mussel fishing industry. As enthusiastic consumers of the end product, my crew was delighted to become so well informed about the techniques, skills and bureaucracy surrounding this challenging way of earning a living.

Thursday 4 May

It seemed like a good idea to take the bikes out for some exercise, and ride a 12-mile round trip into Newry, at the top of Carlingford Lough. Unfortunately, in spite of mostly picturesque scenery, this turned out to be a bike lane on a busy main road, and mainly into a headwind. The dubious highlights of this visit were a good lunch in a local café, and an unexpected discovery of Sainsbury’s, allowing a grateful Mate to indulge in some much-needed provisioning.

Wednesday 3 May

Unfortunately there was some wind and tide during the night, so it turned out to be less restful than had been hoped, and needed, so my crew decided to trust the harbour office representative’s opinion that Warrenpoint, on the North shore, was “glassy calm”. They discovered only later that she was looking at CCTV pictures, as the office is the other side of the port from the leisure craft and visitors’ moorings. We found the suggested pontoon too short, and tied up port side to a dirty pontoon with neither water nor power, behind a majestic mussel-fishing vessel, Wings of the Morning.

A security guard was waiting to take our mooring fee almost before I was tied up, and generously agreed to leave the facilities open for my crew. They soon discovered these were as ramshackle as the pontoon, and opted to shower onboard in far more salubrious surroundings. Another imminent revelation was the unpleasant jiggy snatch caused by waves sweeping around the end of the breakwater into the harbour, especially at high water when there was any wind around.

Having been ‘off grid’ for a few days, my water tanks were in desperate need of refilling, and the incredibly generous skipper of Wings laid his water hose from the tap down the gangplank for Skipper to attach ours and take on water. In addition, he offered his wifi access code for our use. Mate rustled up a batch of chocolate brownie as a thank you.

My crew stretched their legs in a brief wander around town in breezy sunshine.

Tuesday 2 May

A poor night’s rest never bodes well for a good passage the following day, and this was no exception. Woken early by a bright morning, Mate was soon helming us West of Lambay hoping for some shelter in the channel between the island and the mainland. With hazy sun to starboard they probably missed views of the best of the island’s famous wildlife, but in any case Mate was concentrating hard on holding me steady in a stiff breeze and still lumpy sea, while Skipper once again set the sails. She brought Jeanny (my autopilot) into service just in time to sink her head into Jimmy, the trusty cockpit bucket, but after some rest was feeling better.
The sun was warm and the wind eased, flattening the sea enough to smooth my motion, though I managed to maintain five knots. The haze lifted to give a reasonable view through the passage between the Skerries and the Rockabill lighthouse, with the majestic Mountains of Mourne rising along the coastline. We made a straightforward entry into Carlingford Lough, my hull tickled by hints of turbulence that would be very difficult in nasty conditions. Where the tidal flow is strongest, channel marks are mounted on flat boat-shaped bases, to ease the strain on their moorings, and these prove comfortable perches for many gulls and terns. Other wildlife spotted today included a dolphin and seals. The Lough is attractive with hills rising along both shores.
Our anchorage at Greer’s Quay on the Southern Irish bank lies on the border, and the far side of the Lough is Northern Ireland, where we’ll be back in the UK for the first time in nearly two months, even though we’ve spoken English with the natives for most of those miles. The wind finally eased and a beautiful sunset restored the Mate’s faith in this choice of lifestyle.

Monday 1 May

Today is a Bank Holiday here in Ireland as well as in the UK, so not surprisingly it was windy and cold on a lumpy sea as we dragged ourselves out of Dun Laoghaire marina, applying a new scratch along the starboard hull before Skipper managed to reverse me most of the way to the outer harbour before finding room to turn me safely. Poor Mate was bounced around on the foredeck stowing fenders in the sail locker, and by the time we actually made the open bay she was glad for a spell on the helm, while Skipper hauled up the mainsail to steady our motion.
We made a relatively short passage to anchor in the lee of Lambay Island, where we saw a family of huge Atlantic seals basking on the shoreline. It turned out to be quite a rolly anchorage, but the Mate braved the galley to produce a mushroom risotto, before turning in for a less than peaceful night.

Friday 28 – Sunday 30 April

It was decided to take advantage of the two extra free nights offered by the marina, as the weather was windy with showers, and it seemed a good opportunity to catch up with laundry and attempt some internet admin in the office. This seems to be the Mate’s preferred strategy for ignoring inclement weather – some sailor. She did return eventually to get stuck in to a long-overdue needlework project, which occupied her late into Saturday night and most of Sunday.

Thursday 27 April

A last lazy morning onboard was enjoyed by all. Mate cooked a delicious lunch of fresh hake on a base of pearl barley mixed with roasted aubergine and tomatoes, while conversation ranged from the students’ plans and prospects to the forthcoming general election. My crew accompanied the visitors back to the coach stop where they would pick up a transfer to the airport: Aircoach is very straightforward and not too expensive. A light dose of retail therapy was the next order of the day, to distract from any goodbye blues you understand, before coming home to a light supper, and reflections on a most enjoyable weekend.