I was intrigued to see, downstream from Blue Mistress, two masts of a large schooner towering over the normal view. Continue reading
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Three images of a dockyard
Passing Cattewater Wharves, the tide hurrying me on . . .
Entering the Cattewater
It started to rain, the tide was high.
I leaned against the rail at Queen Anne Battery and watched a regular occurrence. Today, it was Hav Snapper turning into the Cattewater from the Sound.
Preparing for Spring
Sunday: the sun shining, the air warm, just a little wind. A day for airing the boat, clearing out and re-stowing the fore-cabin. I added eye-bolts for extra anchorage. The oars are strapped off the cabin sole; the bin for the anchor rode will now stay put.
The engine turned over and started after a shaky few minutes. Actually, it didn’t start first time. I left it. When I tried again, it started – (why not the first time?). It needed a run and I wanted an excuse to motor down river to the Sound.
There was hardly a boat to be seen – a classic yacht in the distance, too far away to photograph.
Plymouth was looking . . . well, iconic.
The yachts were stacked away.
The identically liveried Bro Gemini and Luhnau – the one empty, the other loaded, lay quietly against the wharf.
Not a lot happening – but great to be alive and on the water.
After the race
I used this first picture on a ‘Dear George’ post the other day. I had forgotten the series I took of the Fastnet boats after they finished in Plymouth back in August.
I like the images. They say something about this race – the yachts involved, the numbers of crew, the conditions.
Beyond Steeple Point 