On Saturday, the wind was still heading me, although a direct tack out to sea allowed a long tack back into, and west along, the coast. An approaching front appeared as forecast as the long tack took me into Beer Roads.
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Beer in sight over the post bow. The approaching front – high cloud, then middle layer cloud followed directly by low cloud.
The constricted entrance to Axemouth harbour
The beach at Beer
In ‘Sailing for a Living’ by Basdil Greenhill, Percival Marshall, 1962, theres is a photograph of a three-masted Beer lugger – (“Beatrice Annie”), which would have been launched from this beach.
Beyond the white cliffs around Beer lies Branscombe and the familiar red cliffs of Devon.
I tacked close to the beach and headed out to sea again. The next tack would have taken Blue Mistress all the way to Teignmouth had the wind not veered when we were off Straight Point, between Exmouth and Budleigh Salterton. I lost interest in photography at this stage and concentrated on the beat along the final 10 miles.
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Images by Bill Whateley
Blue Mistress and I left Plymouth early on Saturday morning.
The wind was favourable but the tide was still ebbing at the Great Mew Stone . . .
. . . and would be against us until Bolt Head, where the tide would turn but the wind would begin to head us. Both wind and sea rose at Start Point and pushed us further out sea before we tacked back towards Dartmouth, arriving just over nine hours after leaving Plymouth.
Overnight in Kingswear, looking across to Dartmouth, then the following morning . . .
. . . with little wind, and joined by my son, we motor-sailed to Teignmouth, an amiable passage, arriving around 1400.
Monday morning, we have a swing mooring – and a fresh start.
(Images by Bill Whateley)
Horizon – Lyme Regis, February 2016
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.
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 . . .