4 – Poor light, Carrick Roads, Quarantine
It was a poor day for photography. I had spent the night in Falmouth Yacht Harbour, sheltered from the strong easterly wind by the pilot boat Arrow.
coasts and harbours
A Passage into Cornwall
3 – Photographing Sea
During a passage west, I have been thinking about the difficulty of taking photographs of the sea that reflect the actual sea state, particularly the more exhilarating sea states. In the previous post, I hinted that adding context to the image gave it considerably more depth.
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A Passage into Cornwall
2 – Photographing Sea
I am back from a week’s ‘cruise’ – west to Falmouth then up the River Fal, before the weather brought an end to it. I had originally planned to sail back to Plymouth today as we have a longstanding arrangement to meet with friends tomorrow. However, the inshore forecast for today reads:
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A Passage into Cornwall
1 – From my mobile
Evening race, Troy Class, Fowey. Polruan in background
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A short passage to Dartmouth
7 – A brief moment on the passage home
I had plenty of time to reflect on single-handed sailing during the week away. I passed many yachts, some with large sociable crews, more with large racing crews. They are the norm. So what about single-handed? Is it about sailing from A to B with no crew or is it something else – sailing for the sake of it, a little of which can be illustrated on camera but most of which remains in the mind of the sailor? The following records a few moments on the passage back from Dartmouth to Plymouth on that Friday evening.
A short passage to Dartmouth
6 – A small space – a lot possible
How would you spend all day in a space about six feet across from back rest to back rest, and approximately ten foot long with no headroom to stand upright?
A short passage to Dartmouth
5 – A lot of sail, very little wind
On the Monday, I set off early towards Salcombe planning to get to Bolt Head before the tide turned against me. There was no wind so, under motor, a chance to note the effect of the tide and the surface of the sea. Thus . . .
A short passage to Dartmouth
4 – A mooring in Salcombe
Ever curious, I have been asking myself about single-handed sailing and why I enjoy it so much. The fact that I am reflecting on this at all is a clue in itself. I will enlarge on this later.
What brought this on was the image below of a diminutive Blue Mistress moored among a sociable fleet of smart yachts in Salcombe and the acknowledgement that this is not a suitable haunt for the sailor who seeks solitude.
A short passage to Dartmouth
3 – A few days away – to Dartmouth and back
I’ve been away for a while – first a week on the boat then a trip to London for a ’45-year’ reunion. In the latter we met up as fellow students, still recognisable as the young people we used to be – (well . . . some more, some less)! It was fun. But the London of today is not the same as it was 45 years ago. Our dental hospital was in Leicester Square and we could walk across the square without having to push through crowds of tourists. Not that I wish to turn the clock back – tourists are good for the capital, but I want to record this enormous increase in population and to contrast it with the single-handed sailing I enjoyed a few days before.
Beyond Steeple Point 