A LegenDerry
Experience
I was at sea this week...the largest garden in the world. I say that because it is harvested for fish,
seaweed, waves and any number of different and diverse products. It’s a
tentative garden reference I agree but I just have to tell you about my
adventure.
I was a crew member
on one of the International clipper yachts that took part in the 2012 Round the
World Race. Myself and 11 other sailing novices met up on the Derry marina
pontoon at daybreak last Thursday to board the LegenDerry Clipper,
unfortunately that yacht was still in Southampton undergoing repairs, so our
boat for the three day training course subsidised by Derry City Council and the
Loughs Agency with support from Foyle Ports, Clipper Ventures and Kick Start to
Work, was from the Gold Coast in Australia. If you followed the race this summer
and watched the yachts sailing down the Foyle, you will know that this was the one
that won the overall race, so the vessel we were to travel on had an impeccable
pedigree.
Send off
As we were the first of four groups to go out into the open
sea, the Derry City Mayor, Cllr Kevin Campbell paid us a visit to wish us a
safe journey. Within minutes of arriving
we were given life jackets, waterproof boots and oilskins as well as safety harnesses
to attach ourselves to the boat should the need arise. We found ourselves a bunk each and wiped away
the condensation, felt the dampness and shivered at the thought of having to
sleep in such cramped conditions.
Press photographs taken, we were handed over to Ollie the
captain, along with Vicky and David, who
between them were set the task of taking twelve total novices out to sea in a
very expensive and complicated sailing vessel to give us experience in sail
handling, steering, safety at sea, meteorology, rope work and working as part
of a team.
To start the journey off the large Perkins diesel engine was
fired up to take us up the Foyle. This gave us time to get a feel for the yacht
and get a rough idea what would be expected of us throughout the venture. It was a lovely sunny morning and it was
difficult to concentrate on the job in hand as I was busy looking at the
coastline. We had the industrial areas
of Strathfoyle to the right of us then as we passed a short distance we had
Quigley’s point and Muff to the left. I
was still looking at the coastline with Redcastle, Moville and Greencastle when
we got the instructions to start setting sail.
Getting Organised
It’s amazing how organised a group of individuals can get in
a very short space of time with good leadership. We were split into smaller
groups and were responsible for putting up different sails, the mainsail and
two sails (headsail and staysail) at the front of the yacht. Those of us not
pulling at the sails were given the responsibility of keeping the ropes taut at
all times as they really hurt if you get flicked with one. Sails up, and with the course set for
Scotland, we had our first taste of food at sea. Tepid tomato soup with lumpy
bits in it and ham cobs on deck and plenty of chocolate biscuits, it was just
what we needed to keep us going, apart for the tomato soup, it felt like it
should have been traveling in the other direction.
Checking the Weather
For a few days before the sail I obsessively looked at the
weather forecast. Things looked OK for
the first day, but the evening was to bring a storm, so Ollie decided that
Scotland was too much of a risk for us as it would mean sailing over the
channel and the tides would be too strong. This turned out to be the perfect
decision because as the day progressed the wind picked up, and up, until we had
reached gale force 7. In between the
waves crashing in on us we did manage to see Portstewart, Portrush and
Dunseverick before we finally reached the shelter of Ballycastle Marina. The safety harnesses were well used throughout
the first day as without them holding us onto the deck I’m sure most of the
crew would have been lost at sea. Thank goodness for health and safety.
Day Two
Fully refreshed from the stop over, a visit to the Anchor
Bar and a surprisingly comfortable night’s sleep in the bunks that now seemed luxurious,
we set out the following morning knowing that there was yet another storm a
brewing, so Scotland was again out of range.
We set off and hoisted up the storm sail this time which was an
indication for what was to come.
We were soon speeding our way around Rathlin Island, bobbed
up and down in the Irish sea and skirted along the North Channel until we were
so close to the Scottish islands you thought you could jump to land. Over the
day we learned how to tack from side to side when the wind is facing you, tie
half hitches, bowline knots and also how to keep your breakfast down by not
having the time to think about seasickness.
We were also out for a few hours in the pitch darkness which is an
experience in itself when trying to pack away the sails.
Cooking at sea
Cooking at sea was a big challenge. Even making a pot of tea
was an adventure. The cooker was on a self leveling pivot for when the yacht
rocked and there was a strap to tie yourself to the cooker to stop you flying
about with a pan of boiling water. At
the induction course the tutor said “Imagine cooking on a trampoline with a
camping gas stove, then children come and bounce on the trampoline as you are
cooking, that’s what it’s like making a meal onboard.” He was spot on!
Day Three
Day three and an early start was needed to catch the tide to
get us back from Ballycastle to Derry. It was up at 6 am and a quick breakfast
of tea and crispy bacon butties and we were ready to set sail. We had a problem
though. The tide was a lot lower than
expected (the storm had sucked the water out of the Irish sea and sent it over
to the Atlantic) so the vessel was stuck in the marina until midday. This scuppered our plans for a leisurely day
along the north coast and resulted in us doing most of the cleaning and
scrubbing before we got back to the pontoon in Derry. Because we were so late
setting off it was a bit of a rush to get back, so much so that we managed to
set off the alarms on the boat telling us we were hitting the bow into the
water too hard. We were very proud!
Back to land
The last four hours were spent in darkness slowly going
against the tide back down the Foyle.
Greencastle, Moville and Quigley’s Point seemed to be alongside us
forever as the tide flowed past us and out to sea. We were pleased to be back
as it was an extremely cold day, but I suppose everyday out at sea at this time
of year will be.
At the beginning of the course an instructor had said “If
you just wanted to get away from the family and experience a three day holiday
you have come to the wrong place” Never
a truer word was spoken.
Unforgettable
It only took me one day to look back on the cold, wet,
cramped three days with fond memories. At the time things were extremely
challenging but it’s a long time since I have enjoyed myself so much. Everyone worked so well together and all looked
out for each other’s welfare. If we sailed in calm waters and not two force 7
gales, I’m sure we would have done more tacking and rope work but a lot less
clinging onto the safety harnesses to stop us going overboard, this made the
experience one I will never forget. The
second group headed to Rathmullan on the first day with favourable winds then
to Port Ellen in Argyl and Bute. Instead of feeling jealous that they made it
to Scotland, it just makes me feel like I want to do the whole thing again.
Just before I left the Gold Coast yacht for the last time, I
admitted to the crew that instead of changing my clothes I just put on another
layer on every day over the old clothes to keep warm. The look of shock on
their faces made me realise that some things are just better keeping to
yourself.
