12/31/2013 0 Comments New years Eve Sydney Harbour! When we set off from Albany 2 ½ years ago, crossing the Bight, starting out on our intended circumnavigation, one goal we held very firmly in our minds was to be in Sydney Harbour on New Years Eve and to participate in our nation’s biggest celebration.
We learned that first year that sailing and plans don’t go together quite so well and we practiced the art of flexibility! We learned that winds don’t often come as expected – that they sometimes come the opposite way to the forecast, blow less strongly than predicted and frequently can’t be relied upon at all – add to that the less than average capacity of our beautiful Argos and you have the beginnings of some understanding that our intention originally to have Christmas in Batemans Bay and then New Years in Sydney did not come to pass! We did end up having Christmas in Batemans Bay a year later in 2012 and then in 2013 we got to celebrate New Years in Sydney! We might be slow but we get there! And I must say it was well worth the wait! Last night, surrounded by something like 5000 boats and yachts of all shapes and sizes, we watched the most spectacular fireworks display you can imagine – accompanied by aerial displays, water-cannon displays, light displays and the general hubbub of a whole city celebrating! We had fireworks at 9pm, more at 10.30 and then the magnificent finale at midnight that seemed endless! Being surrounded by other boats did not cause as much of a headache as we had imagined, or as could have happened and really we had few dramas, considering the possibilities there were for more! We decided to anchor in Athol Bay where the view is awesome, because the winds predicted for New Years’ Eve were light and northerly. We could have gone a bit further out towards Double Bay, but Farm Cove was out for us because it had a size restriction and we were too big for it. But we like Athol Bay. It gets a bit rocky with ferry movement but the view is spectacular and there is an adjacent beach so landing the dinghy is easy and being near the Taronga Zoo ferry terminal makes getting supplies very manageable. We first came over here earlier in the week and picked up a mooring but as they are only 24 hour moorings we were not able to stay for New Years Eve there. Mind you, who ever got on the mooring on the 30th did well because no one asked them to leave when they were so well surrounded! And so we anchored just to the western side of the 5 free moorings in a very well protected bay. That was on Monday morning. By lunch time on Monday were already surrounded – and the boats kept coming…..and coming! It was staggering to see boat after boat head into what already seemed crowded water but somehow they found a tiny bit of room and anchored in deeper and deeper water all the time. We had a number that came in front of us, and then a bunch that slipped in behind us, stern to the beach. They put out stern lines to keep themselves tucked in and we felt quite okay despite how close they were. That’s the only thing that really gave us any trouble on the night – one of those boats behind us was slipping on its anchor but sure we were! We watched as it got progressively closer to us and the boat alongside it – but they didn’t seem to notice their movement – thought it was us coming closer and closer to them and then some of the occupants – not the skipper - started yelling that we were going to hit them. The thing is, as each boat anchored we let them know what our swing space was, suggested they gave us a little room, and some were like, ‘no worries’, and others, ‘yeah yeah, we’ll be right’! We smiled and said, ‘well you need to know, because we are a big boat and if we hit you, you will be hurt’! We couldn’t do any more than that and had to just hope it was okay! So there was a little tense time when it seemed this other boat was going to nudge us, but as they didn’t seem to realise they were moving, Peter decided to pull in some of our chain and pull us further from them. It helped and then after a while there was a tiny wind shift that took us further from them on our arc – thank goodness! It was a noisy fun-filled night – the tension faded as the clock moved closer towards midnight and we sat on deck enthralled with the display we were treated to – finally we got to see these spectacular fireworks that before had only been visible on our TV screens! I would recommend this experience to any boaters – and we would definitely do this again if we had the opportunity. One small detail we would change – we would float a buoy over our anchor to indicate to others where it sat – this we feel would have made for less stress and more understanding amongst the other boaters out there. There seems to be such a large skill-range from the young fellas out on a boat with little understanding through to seasoned and experienced older people, and everything in between! Other than this little thing, the whole day was fantastic – entertainment was on tap with all the antics from watching boats anchor and re-anchor, the parties and dancing on board, the fallings-in and overloaded dinghi’s rocking as another went close with a more powerful motor leaving a wash that wobbled them like crazy! And now this morning it’s all about people getting moving, picking up anchors and setting off. We heard about people whose anchors tangle, we have not seen anything like that but could certainly see the potential for it! So if you are thinking about doing this, we’d say yes, for sure – it’s a fantastic experience and certainly one worth having. The down sides are minimal compared to the thrill of seeing this spectacular display from such a vantage point – we had no walking home afterwards, could pop down to bed when we were ready, all the fun and barely any hassles!
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12/23/2013 0 Comments Balls Head Bay When we first started sailing my Peter's uncle who had been a keen sailor and had owned a couple of yachts, told us that to him sailing was something like 85% sheer fun, 10% hard stuff and 5% you don't want to talk about.
When we first began sailing we found this a most heartening thought – and when things went very wrong we chalked it up to experience and noted to ourselves that this was one of those 10% moments. We focused on enjoying the other 85%! Well it is safe to say that last night delivered us one of the 5% moments we really don’t want to think about again, let alone share but share it I must! It had been a hot day here on the east coast and a cool southerly change was due. Earlier in the day we had discussed the strength of the predicted wind, decided we were fine in our north-protected anchorage and that as the southerly was forecast only for around 20 hours we would be fine to ride it out rather than move. Our anchor was set very well and we had not moved at all in days, so no drama. The southerly came with some force at around 3pm which happened to coincide with a moment Erina and I had needed to leave the boat to retrieve a phone that had been left on a train. The wind died back down before we actually got back to the bay but no one knew that would be the case and so Peter and Liam had needed to work out a way of getting us back to the boat by tying ropes to the dinghy that Liam could haul in. It turned out not to be needed and the southerly change appeared to have passed already with little effect, other than a small reduction in temperature. Later in the evening though the wind began to pick up again but was still not strong. We discussed once more taking down the awning but decided it wasn’t likely to be much windier than at that time so no need. And so we got ready for bed. Then wham! One minute we were all just saying goodnight and pottering about and the next Peter yelled out all hands on deck – we had slipped anchor, the awning was acting like a massive sail and we had slid into the sand which previously had been in the distance and we were grounded. The situation seemed the worst we had actually ever faced. The southerly had produced waves that were pounding us, the wind was pushing us and we could not move ourselves off as we were stuck on the bottom. Thankfully it wasn’t low tide and the tide was coming in so for a moment we thought maybe it would float us off but once we put on the newly installed depth sounder which we had just bought to replace our old broken one, we knew that the chances of that were slim – we were stuck in 1.4 mts water (when we need 1.9) and the wind was pushing us in to shore. The chances of the wind abating was low so all we could envision was that as the tide came in so would we. There were some calm moments in amongst the not-so calm and some conversations took place about our options. The reality was we were not at that point moving closer. We managed to get the awning down and so at least that issue was resolved. The anchor didn’t appear to still be moving but there was clearly no way we could move ourselves out of the shallow water. We have not yet replaced the outboard motor so couldn’t put the dinghy in and try and pull ourselves off, there were two other boats nearby but one was unoccupied and the other had no dinghy outboard either so no options to call out to them for a hand! What to do? We decided that this was a situation where a stitch in time saves nine. We were safe for the moment but would need help to get off and so we called marine rescue. They were not able to mobilise a team – it was late in the evening by this time- but suggested we contact the water police. I rang. They were more than happy to assist and told us they would be with us in 3 – 5 minutes. And they were. They were not able to come too close to us as they too would have grounded, we were by then in 1.2 mts of water but a rope was thrown to us, caught and tied to the bow. The police boat then pulled our bow around, taking the pressure off the dragged anchor and Peter and Liam were able to winch it up. And then in less than 5 minute after they had arrived we had been towed off the sand and were floating and in deep water. If you had blinked you might have missed the entire thing. Ten minutes later we had reset the anchor – a little further into the bay where we know we run a risk of the anchor snagging on something – as happened the other day to us – but we knew we wanted to be farther from the shore and that was a risk we were willing to take – after coming so close to being hurt we were more than happy to sacrifice an anchor! We were happy to try and sleep confident that we would not drift closer in again! It was quite an ordeal and yet so quickly over. I must say I am so thankful for the speedy and very willing assistance offered by the water police – they didn’t hesitate to come to our aid and truly provided us the ‘stitch’ we needed in that little moment that saved us so many more. This reminds me of two things – not to feel unwilling to ask for help when it is needed and to ask sooner rather than later. This may have been one of those 5% moments but it literally took up less than 5% of our evening and was resolved so fast. We take away learning from the event and many positives – not only about the water police and their help but about how quickly the children were up on deck, despite being in bed – and ready to pitch in – Liam had ropes untied and cut and tow ropes caught in a flash and was everywhere – proving himself a capable young seaman and very able assistant to Peter. Erina as always was grabbing and passing and doing whatever was needed despite feeling caught between the stress and drama of it all. It wasn’t a pleasant evening – but happily today is a new day! 12/20/2013 1 Comment Sydney Harbour It’s nearly a week now since we had our last Epic Milestone day where we sailed into Sydney harbour!
Sydney is one of my favourite places to visit and it has been even better being here on the harbour! When we first came in we were hoping to pick up a mooring near the Taronga Zoo, but they were all full, but close by there were places to anchor and that first morning we awoke to the sounds of monkeys calling and lions roaring! Magic! Erina and I hopped on to a ferry and went across to the city to do some Christmas shopping and then the next day we decided to pop over to another part of the harbour, Rozelle Bay where there were several places we could anchor. This took us beneath the harbour bridge and into new areas, past Darling Harbour where we had a quick peek at The Endeavour and The James Craig, beautiful Tall ships – and on through where lots of yachts were preparing for the Sydney to Hobart race which begins on Boxing Day – and into Rozelle Bay. With wind form the North east this proved not to be a very comfortable spot, and the holding was in sludgy mud and we were not as comfortable as we would have liked to be so we looked at some other options. We spent a morning at Birkenhead Point marina, where you can tie up for $20 for 3 hours and replenish supplies at the adjacent shopping mall which has a Coles and an Aldi, fuel close by and water at the marina. This was a lovely day for us as we sat sipping latte’s remembering all the times we imagined our life on board and pictured this very thing! Once we had got the groceries and fuel – and Peter had a little visit at Whitworths and replaced our depth sounder which had announced its early retirement just days out of Batemans Bay, we were on our way again. With more northerly winds forecast we decided not to return to Rozelle but instead to aim for another pretty anchorage near North Sydney, at Balls Point. This has proved to be excellent! Even as we rounded the point and came into the bay we felt excited – it’s a pretty little spot nestled into a corner, very well protected from the north east and the north west, with little ferry wash – a problem we had found on our anchorage near the Zoo – and safe enough for the children to kayak and swim and explore. We have stayed a few days here now and are really glad with our choice. This anchorage is an easy row to land and there are shops not too far away as well as two train stations that are less than a 15 minute ride into the city. There is a bit of a hill to climb to get to them but other than that it is very simple. At the Wollstonecraft station there are a couple of small shops, but at Waverton, in the other direction, there is a small IGA supermarket and several good looking café’s – one which made quite a fine coffee, as well as several other stores. Nearby there is a park with an accessible tap for refilling jerry cans so we have been even been able to top up our water. We plan now to stay in this spot until Christmas, and then head over to Farm Cove or back towards the Zoo closer to New Year’s Eve. Everyone is looking forwards to the fireworks and our amazing vantage spot – and we expect to have a full boat on the night! I have always found Sydney Harbour to be a beautiful place and I would have to say that by yacht it is even more beautiful. We heard stories of people being moved on when they had stayed more than a day or two on a mooring or at anchor but have experienced nothing like that – in fact we’ve even come across a couple of different people living on board their boats while anchored – so much for that worry! Sydney Harbour will be home for us for another week or two before we start to watch the weather ready to head further north, calling in to Pittwater first and then all possible stops till Coffs Harbour! It felt like an epic milestone when we arrived, and it had=s proved to be just a delight! 12/15/2013 2 Comments An EPIC milestone! I have awoken this morning feeling as if I am in a tropical rain forest, to the sounds of exotic birds calling their morning hellos and to the sound of water running close by, as if a waterfall was close. I felt as if I was dreaming of some place I have never been, but heard of in a movie or book and then, as I opened my eyes and allowed myself to become conscious I remembered.
We are anchored in Serious Bay, just below the Taronga Zoo on Sydney Harbour. The birds are real, the waterfall is not! The sound of falling water has more to do with a passing ferry I believe! We sailed up from Port Hacking yesterday. It was a gloomy start but the wind was almost what we were expecting and light and the sea state calm and gentle and we felt that we had made the right decision to wait. We watch clouds roll in and after a brief period of rain, watched them move away again and as we sailed up past Botany Bay, Maroubra Beach, Coogee Beach and finally Bondi Beach, the gloomy day broke free as if it was shaking itself after a bad dream and the sun burst out welcoming us into Sydney Harbour! Just before we got to the heads we were treated to an unexpected visit from another yacht – friends Mark and Jenny from Albany were in the middle of a yacht delivery and came alongside as we bobbed up and down and called out their hellos! It was quite an odd thing to be saying hello across the waves but awesome at the same time. And then the moment that we have looked forward to for so many months, as we sailed in past south head and rounded the headland into Sydney Harbour proper! What a magnificent sight and what an amazing achievement! The wind shifted and then died as we came around and Erina. Liam and I busied ourselves with getting down the almost full rig of canvas we had been sailing beneath, surprising even ourselves with our growing capacity, as Peter did all the skilful manoeuvring required in Sydney Harbour! I don’t think I have ever seen so many yachts, motor boats, ferries and vessels of all kinds in one location before! Boats came very close to us, some out of curiosity, some perhaps through lack of skill! Either way, there were a more than a few moments when I was sure someone was going to nudge us! But we made our way through, and came to a little cove just near the Zoo where we knew there were public moorings. They were of course all full, it was Sunday afternoon, so we dropped anchor amidst the sounds of music from the various other yachts and boats moored nearby – the eclectic mix of old songs and doof-doof beats! Yes we were in Sydney all right! And then we all sat back with a very large sense of accomplishment – we had got to Sydney Harbour! Peter, who is very big on milestones, tells us that this one is EPIC! And truly it is. This is the first big city we have come to and of course the biggest we probably will so that’s a milestone all by itself. But there is something very grand about Sydney Harbour – it’s not just the fact of it being a big place – it really is breathtakingly beautiful. It is known as one of the world’s most beautiful harbours and wow – we are on it! Being here, near the Zoo, with the Harbour Bridge just behind us is not only picture-postcard beautiful but it is kind of a coming home for Peter who grew up in the Blue Mountains and spent many years working on buildings here in the city, some we even passed close to as we came in! As well as that it also has the added significance of being the place I slip away to annually to attend the country’s biggest writer’s festival. For me Sydney speaks of that re-invention of myself I began so many years ago, it speaks of new life and freedom and excitement. Later, after a fantastic dinner made by Erina, who has become an excellent and creative chef, we watched as the city lights glowed and delighted in another aspect of being here in this amazing place. And this morning, once the day is properly begun Erina and I are off – yes, we are so close to the ferry that will drop us at Circular Quay that we finally get to start doing some Christmas shopping! I must say that after several weeks sailing and a good night’s sleep I am well ready for it! We will stay here now until well into the New Year and enjoy a Christmas on the harbour and are really excited about being able to be here for the annual fireworks display that we have only really seen before on our TV screens! It’s going to be big, amazing and another epic milestone to add to our list, no doubt! 12/11/2013 0 Comments It's A Milestone! We set off from Jervis Bay on a day that is now passed – Tuesday I think – days run into each other when you are sailing and it’s as if you are in a bit of a time warp – seriously the world could come to an end and you wouldn’t know it until you came to a port again! But as I was saying, we left Jervis Bay following a good weather forecast for some reasonable southerly wind for the following two days, intending to sail direct to Port Hacking, a journey we anticipated of some 20 hours.
On the first day we were cruising along at close to 5 knot which is excellent for us, in beautiful slow seas, except for as we passed the Shoalhaven River where the wind tends to tunnel down through the open area and pound unsuspecting yachts as they pass, but this settled once we passed the next headland. But sailing faster than anticipated meant that we would arrive considerably earlier than anticipated at Port Hacking and be left groping in the dark for a safe spot to anchor or to find a mooring. We made the decision to call into Wollongong Harbour instead, and set off again the following morning. It was a good call. Some time after deciding to do so the wind became stronger and our ride much less pleasant. The blue ripples beside us had transformed into choppy, messy, murky seas that were rocking us about – Wollongong looked wonderful in the distance! Going into Wollongong harbour was an event all in itself though! It is a very small harbour. We had called ahead and spoken to someone there who gave us instructions for somewhere safe to tie up and we had googled it – wow – what a wonderful resource that is when you are coming in somewhere new – and we could see from the pictures there would be little room to manoeuvre – but Peter handles Argos so well, we were all confident – well all the rest of us were anyway! The entrance to the harbour loomed ahead, barely visible in the late afternoon with the sun in our eyes, but a jet-skier popped out and then in again showing us the way and then we were there and facing the tightest docking we have ever had! There are times when I really do marvel at what Peter can do and this was certainly one of them. He managed to park us, after doing a 360 turn, right alongside where we were told to tie up, facing out again so it would be easy to leave, with barely a meter’s distance between us and anything else – even as we were tying the ropes up a fellow on the harbour wall called out – ‘You made that look way too easy!’ Wollongong turned out to be the perfect place for us. After tying up and getting everything tidy we spied a restaurant adjacent to the harbour and our rumbling tummies were pulling us toward it – so leaving Peter to finish things off, the children and I scurried on shore to see if we could get some take away fish. I say scurried on shore because that’s pretty much what we had to do. Wollongong harbour is one of the oldest in Australia – built by convicts, it is constructed of massive stone walls with barely a ladder in sight. We had to climb over the boat we were rafted up to and then onto an old tire fending it off, and then haul ourselves up to the top! I felt like a rat trying to get on shore but we all made it! The next morning, which I believe was Wednesday, we woke to a beautiful blue sky, light winds from the west and the promise of a south west wind kicking in. We were planning on setting off early, but not before accepting the kind offer of a yachtie Peter had been chatting to, who had suggested we could borrow his car to get to the grocery store! So very early Erina and I raced over, filled a trolley with our carefully planned items and then raced back ready to stack things away and set off. We left before 10 am. The forecast south west winds never came and while the sea state was low and smooth, we were facing north east winds all day of 15 to 20 knot. Our progress was as slow as the previous day’s had been fast and it wasn’t long before we realised we would be entering Port Hacking in the dark after all! Can you believe it! It was a good day sailing though. No one was unwell and the seas were low and gently rolling. Peter had said that he was keen to do the stop in Wollongong so he could actually see this area of coast where he had spent many years as a younger man, and he was certainly getting it! We travelled at less than 2 knot an hour for most of the day. The details we saw of the coastline will forever be etched in our memories – Peter said he could have drawn the cliffs as we passed, in detail we were going so slow! But by about 8pm the winds dropped off and we found ourselves picking up a bit of speed. Port Hacking looked to be achievable before midnight. As we began to realise we would still be facing getting in in the dark, despite our stop in Wollongong, I was able to locate a marina in Gunnamatta Bay – and called and found that they could accommodate us for the night. Getting into a marina in the dark is a whole lot more practical than trying to anchor in unknown places and so we had some sense that this wouldn’t be too hard. There was a bit of too-ing and fro-ing when we plotted the course, as it seemed the marina was in shallow water – but it turned out we were looking at the wrong marina on the chart! As it began to grow dark we had the pleasure of seeing the glowing lights of Sydney ahead of us, like someone had arrived home early and put the lights on to welcome us. That along with the jets flying over head told us that we were about to approach our biggest city ever! The sense of anticipation was building by the minute! The forecast southerly wind finally came – just as we turned into the Port Hacking river! Yes, just when we didn’t need it any more it arrived! You have to love weather! Getting up to the marina involved some very tricky navigation – with a narrow channel, marked with lights, but unlike most other channels we have navigated in the dark, these lights were accompanied by a million others – house lights, street lights, Christmas lights flickering on and off! It was like a big city at night all right – but bordering on the bewildering for us tired yachties approaching! But we did it! We got right in to where we thought the marina was, passing another along the way, and then we wondered if the one we had passed could be the one we were after and happily, because we were coming to Sydney, not a little coastal village, we were able to call and actually speak to the manager who was still on site, and discovered that we were heading the wrong way! Yes we had passed the one we were aiming for! A quick turn around and suddenly we were pulling up alongside! It is amazing when we come in to dock – Peter does the steering and the children and I do the rope work – and even after a long break with no sailing, we are right back where we were before and actually even better at it! Erina jumps over a lot of the time, so agile, so confident, and Liam is there with ropes ready and we are tied up in an instant – no drama, all good. It’s such a great moment to be stopped and to know that you have done this thing – faced unpredictable winds, crossed seas, navigated through dark unfamiliar waters – to stand there on the jetty and feel that sense of achievement kicking in – well its always there, but never more so than last night. Getting in to Sydney is a major milestone for us – it is the biggest place we have ever come, we plan to be here for Christmas and New Year, we plan to visit friends and catch up with some of Peter’s family, we are looking forward to showing Argos to many people, and to Sydney as we sail into the harbour in a few days. It feels momentous and thrilling and fantastic all at the same time. 12/8/2013 0 Comments The Dance of Jervis Bay When we came in to Jervis Bay I had an idea of long walks on the beach in the evenings, the children off exploring in their kayaks and latte-sipping afternoons of peaceful tranquillity. Hmm, well there have been some of those moments but over the last 7 days I must say I have been surprised with the conditions in what I thought of as a boater’s paradise!
We have moved now, since we first came into the Bay, three times, and are set to move again today ahead of our actual leaving tomorrow or Wednesday. We knew that in JB there would be the need to move when the wind shifted from north to south, but had not expected such continual strong wind, or that the wind would change so often! It is, I now see, the dance of Jervis Bay! We have spent more time sitting watching the wind, the beach tantalisingly close and unreachable, than I would ever have imagined! Of course this experience has all been ‘enhanced’ by the fact that our outboard motor which has given us a lot of trouble since Albany, but which was repaired and seemed to be working well, has finally given up the ghost completely! Another motor we were given has also failed to provide us with any help and Peter, great rower that he is, can’t row in 30 knot wind! So we have spent more time on board and less time exploring, and even more time moving from one side to the other and then back again! Yesterday I was thinking about all this and it occurred to me that despite this all being somewhat frustrating, there is a silver lining. Quite a considerable one. When we are at a wharf in a safe harbour, or in a marina, the impact of the weather is more mental. You read about it, observe it, think about it, but its effect is felt less viscerally. However, sitting here in JB we cannot help experiencing the weather in a more physical sense. We feel the wind rising. We move more. We check the forecasts and see it has changed. We prepare to move. We move. It settles. We ride more comfortably. The wind shifts and we feel a subtle change in how we are sitting and we check and the dance goes on. We have felt the weather here in JB more than we could have anywhere else and I feel, in the end, that this has been wonderful for us. In the eighteen months since we sailed into Batemans Bay, while the weather affects everything we do it isn’t LIFE to us like it is when we are actually sailing. The transition from sitting in a marina which offers considerable protection from the elements, to being out on the water 24/7 has been greatly enhanced I feel by being in Jervis Bay! So, so far since we came, we have been at Hole in The Wall. This is a pretty area to the south of JB, where there are 5 free public moorings available. This spot offers excellent shelter in a southerly wind. The moorings seem to be well maintained and are rated for up to 40 ton boats and up to 30 knot wind. When the wind shifted to northerly we set off up to the north, and settled on a spot near Callala Bay, just back from the point. There seemed to be good shelter there and our friends in Notorious (a caravel) were anchored there so we came up nearby and dropped our anchor in the clean sandy base. This was great in the few days of northerly winds we had and the holding was excellent. When the next southerly came we set off for Vincentia, at the suggestion of Notorious’ skipper, and found several moorings there. They were not so well maintained as those at Hole in the Wall, but seemed ok and we stayed there a few days. The following Northerly saw us set off for Callala Bay proper, where there are a lot of boats moored. We thought this would offer good protection in the wind but have found it to be very swelly and very hard to get to shore. There are several free public moorings here too, rated for up to 20 ton boats. While there is a jetty and a small township with grocery store and hardware store (great for getting empty gas cylinders filled) it is not at all easy to get to. After the hefty row to shore there is a 1 km + walk! And then the return trip! Getting on and off is tricky in the swell! So today, with more and stronger northerly winds forecast and probably an increase in swell, we plan to set off for Callala Beach and will anchor again. Tomorrow there is the possibility of a southerly change and we intend to set off for Wollongong. JB, while offering the promise of crystal clear water and clean white sand has failed to deliver the tranquillity we hoped for but instead offered a much richer prize – the opportunity to do the dance and re-learn the weather pattern for this area and this time of year! It hasn’t been what we expected but undaunted we have learned what I believe we most needed to! |
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September 2017
Our life aboard Argos has been seriously challenged this year with the surprise departure of our skipper. As a writer, diesel mechanics and the complexities of many aspects of Argos’ on-going maintenance are way beyond me! We would like to see Argos continue to sail and eventually hope to use her to offer support, encouragement and a break to people who are struggling in their lives. Any on-going help towards maintaining Argos would be greatly appreciated and enable us to achieve this goal.
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