Skipper's Update to our present position.

Quick update as we have been making great headway in this marvellous High pressure system which has brought moderate wind and very calm conditions so we have sailed, motored and motorsailed!! By this I mean if the wind is very light we leave up the head sail to motor as the boat is more stable.

Here is a summary of our last week.

Lundy to Padstow (Rough conditions)

Padstow to St. Ives 34nm (calm conditions began to take affect)

St. Ives around Lands End inside Longships light house to Newlyn  30nm. Left at 0430 to get correct tidal gate.  Visted St. Micheal’s Mount later in the day.  Very emotional day to reach such a significant point.

Newlyn to Fowey 50nm

Fowey to Salcombe 39nm

Salcombe to Lyme Regis 50nm

Lyme Regis to Yarmouth 63nm (rounded Portland Bill by the inner route to avoid the strong race which produces very confused sea.  Lovely to pass another significant headland and marker.  Also passed the Needles into the Isle of White.

Today we hope to reach one of the South Coast seaside resorts. Possibly Shoreham/ Brighton or Newhaven.

Skipper's thoughts

To leave or not to leave!!!

A skipper has the hardest choices to make.  Using the weather forecast to judge the safest route to travel, the potential sea conditions around the coast, especially in open water extended passages and avoiding navigational dangers.  When  we left Milford Haven to cross to Lunday the passage plan was provisional until we reached the mouth of the Haven and a few miles out to sea as I wanted to judge the swell in the Bristol Channel although the weather forecast said “slight or moderate” meaning up to about 2.5m waves.  The boat is solid but her crew are human and we are the weak link.  Long passages can be exhausting and demand navigation, helming, and making hot drinks often to keep up crew moral and strength.   The swell was uncomfortable but not undoable. We were actually following a boat half our size.  We reached Lunday in good time but once we were committed we had to make for the anchorage or turn back in enough time to reach a safe port.  The wind was SW so the anchorage would be a haven but had the wind changed to NE, as possibly suggested by the Met Office we would need to get to the other side of the island, but the swell might prevent us staying at anchor.  It’s always a gamble to weigh up all the factors and to go.  Overnight at anchor, the wind got up to Force 5 and built the swell in the Bristol Channel and our sleep was like trying to get comfortable on a roller coaster for 4 hours.  We had to stay another day as there are few havens on the Devon and Cornwall coasts within reach and it is a lee shore in the prevailing winds .  We wanted to get to Padstow but if conditions worsen then we would be stuck to find a shelter from the NW wind. Keeping safe but also taking some calculated risks is a lesson I continually have to remind myself to do, not just as the skipper but in life.  When we did set off for Padstow the confused sea was very uncomfortable and took a lot of energy on the helm.  The day before, passengers had got off the Lundy ferry looking grey with seasickness so we realised it was not going to be easy.   I calculated that the wind had been slowly decreasing so the swell should be within our capacities.  We did however get to Pastow in the afternoon but aching all over with the constant movement of the boat.  When I saw the harbour with the numerous  eating places and pubs it was a very welcome break after 2 nights at anchor.  Curry sauce over chips was a delight!!!!!!!!!!

We are now in Newlyn having rounded Cape Cornwall.  We went inside Longships Lighthouse as the weather and conditions were very favourable. 

A major point in our journey, NOW it will be EASTWARDS ALL THE WAY>>>>>>>>>

St.Ives

McLARENS   BLOG 23^RD AUGUST 2013.

LUNDY ISLAND, ENGLAND.

I am writing this blog on the back of Pilgrim…….I should say the stern, we are anchored at beautiful Lundy Island. We can see the Devon coastline in the distance, so we are definitely ‘ homeward bound.’

The last few days have been a mixture of highs and lows. We arrived in New Quay, (Wales) with concerns about lack of diesel, we also couldn’t continue with our trip because of head on winds. However New Quay bay was full of dolphins and much dolphin activity. It was great to go see dolphins playing in the bay, over a morning cup of tea.

We arrived in New Quay on the 21^st of August and ended up staying two days, we were both suffering from cabin fever because we couldn’t go a shore, as the boat was anchored to far out, and it wouldn’t have been safe for Chris to row, in strong currents.

On the morning of the 22^nd we did try to leave New Quay, but owing to wind against tide we decided not to risk sailing that day. However it was great to have dolphins swimming beside Pilgrim. ( In fact later that day I was speaking to a man who organizes trip boats for visitors to see the local sealife, and he said that that morning he just pointed to Pilgrim and said ‘ If you look out to the red boat, you will see a number of dolphins.’ It’s lovely to think that Pilgrim will appear in a number peoples holiday snaps.

On 23^rd August we did manage to leave New Quay, without concern of lack of diesel as another boater informed as that someone did sell fuel to visiting sailors. So that was a relief!!

We had a great day sailings, the sun was shining, the tides were with us for most of the day. Sometimes we were travelling at 10 knots. We passed St. David’s Bay, and the Ramsey Sound, and making our way to Milford Haven. After an excellent days sailing  we treated ourselves to a meal in the marina restaurant.

Yesterday morning we left Milford Haven at about midday, the weather was ,’variable’ ( The Coastguard safety, weather reports favourite word.)

a mixture of cloud and sunshine. It was great to see Lundy Island in the distance. Lundy is a marine conservation area, maintained by the Landmark Trust. There are a number of ruins on the island, revealing that people lived on the island hundreds of yeas ago. There is a church, but an attraction for people who love bird and dolphin watching. A frustration for us was that we couldn’t go onto the island, as we were just too far to row. But it is a beautiful place to anchor, and I’m sure we will be back.

McLARENS BLOG 26^TH AUGUST 2013.

ST. IVES.

It is hard trying to make space to write blogs at this stage of the journey, as we concentrate on making our way back South-West. We are now in St. Ives after spending one night in Padstow. Once again because of high winds Chris, and Pilgrim and I were battling with ‘confused seas’, which made for an uncomfortable days sail. However we saw a number of Dolphins, who jumped through the water near us, and some even sailed alongside Pilgrim, which was amazing. REALLY BREATHTAKING.

As we sailed into Padstow harbour, which is small, we saw hundreds of people on the quayside, listening to a brass band. In sails Pilgrim, and I must admit I thought, if there was a situation to go wrong in our mooring manoeuvres this would be it, to give all these delightful people a good afternoons entertainment. However we moored against another boat without any mishap, such has our team work come on.

PILGRIM: Oh, please, you haven’t told them about the fact that you had to moor on a buoy, to wait for the tide, so you could enter the harbour, and that you shouted at the Skipper.

JEANETTE:  No I didn’t.

PILGRIM: I think you did.......at one point while the Skipper was trying to tie a rope around the buoy he asked you to reverse twice and you responded, ‘I AM REVERSING!’

JEANETTE: Yes,

PILGRIM: And another thing, why do you always end up driving around the buoys about five times........their great big yellow things.....you always seem to miss them. No wonder the Skipper gets angry.

JEANETTE: Sorry.....this is my blog.

PILGRIM: Can I write the next one.

JEANETTE: Do you want to spend another eight years on dry dock, it can be arranged.

PILGRIM: OHHH.........that hurts.

This morning we left Padstow and we are sitting ‘on a buoy’ ( This time we managed it in one go.) in St. Ives. The sea was kind to us, it was lovely and hot, but because of the heat haze we didn’t see the coast to well, which was disappointing as the Cornish coastline is beautiful.

We saw dolphins again today, always so playful and graceful.

When we were Portpatrick Chris asked me what the highlight of this trip has been, I couldn’t answer. ( And will leave that for another blog.) Because I have a ‘Creation centred Spirituality’, I have enjoyed so much of the natural world which we have encountered, the seals, dolphins, porpoises, the deer on the Isle of Arran and, the amazing bird life.

This afternoon, I was flicking thorough ‘The Iona Worship book’  and came across this lovely meditation by Meister Eckhart, which I will finish this blog quoting.

Apprehend God in all things,

For God is in all things.

Every single creature is full of God

and is a book about God.

Every creature is a word of God.

If I spent enough time with the tiniest creature-

Even a caterpillar-

I would never have to prepare a sermon.

So full of God

Is every creature.  

  

Vicar's blog 19th August

McLARENS BLOG MONDAY 19^TH AUGUST 2013.

TRWYN PORTH DINLLAEN, WALES.

This trip has certainly been full of challenges, spending three months living in a confined space, me having to learn basic sailing skills, Chris and I taking Pilgrim through locks on the Crinan Canal, sailing in different sea conditions. But we reached our hardest challenge, when we left Isle of Man, Port Erin, to make for HolyHead Wales, we left at 7.50am and were still sailing through the night……..this was meant to be a days sailing!!!!!!

But the sea was choppy, a South West wind, Force 5-7, visibility poor. We fought the force of the sea all day, as it was getting near dusk we thought we could see our destination, then it got dark. Pilgrim was riding the waves which swept over her bow, and then would come crashing against the wheelhouse, we would be clinging on, with the weight of our bodies against the way the boat was swaying. I became more frightened…….as it got dark and later, I just curled up and started crying. There was no harbour near us we just had to keep going…….even though the sea was not taking us anywhere. I turned my back to the windows I couldn’t bear to see the height of the waves and Pilgrim being battered by the sea. I reached a black moment when Chris put a safety harness to our life jackets. I was in this state for many hours. Then I looked at Chris and knew he was ‘rooting for me’ but he was actually in so many ways alone.

At some point I pulled myself together, I remember looking at the clock on my mobile at about 1.30am, I think it was about that time that I became a crewmember again, and started telling Chris what I could see while he did the co-ordinates to plan a course. Eventually we did begin to see lights in the distance, although it took hours to see the lights become towns.

We finally sailed into an anchorage at six o’clock in the morning, just as it was getting light. We had arrived in Anglesey near the Menai Straits.

Despite the fact that we had been up all night we were up drinking tea at eight-thirty next morning. The sun was shining, we decided to have a day’s rest. Throughout the trip, Chris has tried fishing with a line, he decided to get the line, after seeing what was movement on the water, which was definitely fish, he quickly retrieved his line from the cabin and caught us five mackerel, which made a wonderful supper.

Later that afternoon, we sailed along the Menai Straits, into Caernafon. When we walked around the town it was lovely to hear people speaking welsh.

On Sunday morning (18^th) Chris and I didn’t get to visit a church, but we did say Morning Prayer.  We thought it appropriate that we read Marks account of Jesus calming the storm. (Mark 5. 35-41) I must admit that I related in a way I never have before, to the disciples saying to Jesus ‘Don’t you care that we drown.’

When Chris and I were riding the waves in the Irish Sea that night I did say to Chris, ‘At what point do you call the Coastguard.’ He responded by saying, ‘ I know what you mean, but that is a last resort.’ As a sailor, he knew he had to rely on his own skills to get through, and he had the confidence. It was my own lack of experience as a sailor that made me fearful. After talking to other people we have met in Marinas our experience was not unique. And is all part of the challenge and risk of sailing.

I have mentioned the word ‘risk’ in this blog a number of times. Risk was part of this trip, even before we set sail. It was a risk to buy a boat that had been sitting in dry dock for eight years. It was a risk to keep working on Pilgrim making her seaworthy, when we were let down by those we had employed to work on her, it was a risk to continue with the project when we were the victims of ‘boatyard politics.’ After a period of work not going ahead, we decided on a day off, to do some work on her anyway, only to get a phone call as we were replacing paneling, from Chris’ brother to inform us his Father had died.

Two days before we were due to be blessed by the Bishop of Rochester, the mast went up. The night before we were due to meet the Bishop, we were sailing Pilgrim down to Hoo Ness Marina, which is where we were due to meet family, friends and members of our Church, for the blessing.

At times I would want to give up, even days before we were due to set sail, I was texting Chris full of doubt as to whether we would actually ever be going to sea.  It was only Chris’ tenacity and faith in the Project, which made it happen.

RISK
RISK
RISK

Risk, so often in life we try to avoid it. Risk makes us fearful, unsure of ourselves. Risk means we may fail, be laughed at. Risk may leave us feeling stupid. Risk takes us out of our comfort zone.

Some years ago Chris and I came across a poem by William Arthur Ward, we have both pinned it above our desk, and has continued to inspire us since we first heard it.

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach for another is to risk involvement.

To expose your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

To live is to risk dying.

To believe is to risk despair.

To try is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

The people who risk nothing, do nothing, have nothing, are nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.

Chained by their attitudes they are slaves; they have forfeited their freedom.

Only a person who risks is free.

The Quakers talk about living the faith journey ‘adventurously,’ adventures can be risky, that’s what makes them exciting. But as Christians we have a God who is constantly with us, and so we shouldn’t fear the risk of the unknown.

As I write this I am aware of a slight irony, in that because of being taken off course and ending up in a part of Wales that we never intended to visit and have got behind schedule. But I do know that God has blessed us on this Pilgrimage, he brought us through the rough passage of Wednesday night and we will trust him in the final two weeks of our trip, we don’t know the details of our final destination at present. We are hoping the weather, winds, tides, will allow us to make headway.

But I will say this, in the past I’ve waxed lyrical about the spirituality of sailing,……………but the reality is very different!

One of the books Chris and I brought with us was At Sea with God, written by Margaret Silf. A book in which the parallels of sailing and spirituality are explored. I found this wonderful passage, which really spoke to me.

‘Perhaps the destination is nothing more, or less, than the ocean of God’s love with its potential to transform us from the partialness of who we are now into the fullness of all creation into which we are being called. To live a life of faith is to trust the journey and to shape our choices in favour of the spiral that leads to life.’

   

  

Skipper

Skipper’s Log UTC 1720 Saturday 17^th 2013-08-17

You may have heard from Jeanette on Facebook that we had a bad passage down the Irish Sea.!!  We are at rest after what can only be described as exhausting and quite terrifying for Jeanette who hasn’t experience open sea on a 12m yacht.  I was very impressed by her lack of seasickness in general but when you are in fear for your life and very very anxious one would expect sickness.  At one point Jeanette suggested we call the RNLI and I reassured her we were safe and in no immediate danger. The RNLI is not there to accompany frighten sailors but to rescue when life is in danger.  Had one of us been injured or the boat was compromised due to water intake or dis-masted then one can call the RNLI.  In our circumstances, they would have only accompanied us to a safe port.  It was frightening but not dangerous with a 12m steel blue water boat capable of crossing oceans.

We left the Isle of Man at 0750 Thursday and reach Anglesey 22 hours later!!!!!!!! 0620 Friday. The South West wind drove us towards Cumbria.  The large waves kept us from going South West and we needed to get into the lee (behind) Anglesey to protect us from the wind.  The wind was force 5-7 went up to 34 knots, near gale at one point and the boat went backwards. The boat speed was painfully slow and we did not want to do night sailing but once you are in the situation the choice has gone.  When we reached a safe anchorage we had hot chocolate and went to bed. Amazingly, the same day we went into the Menai Strait at 1500 and had a wonderful sunshine sail.  What a crazy weather world we live in.  Even caught 5 mackerel with a line over the side of the boat. Supper was very nice with a slice of lemon.

The passage reminded me of a cartoon with a group of 3 sailors after a long sea passage, 2 sailors walking towards a pub and a third walking towards a church.  When the third sailor is asked by his friends where he’s going he says, “I’ve got a promise to keep I made out at sea”.  The sea must have made many a believer.  According to my reading, John Newton who wrote Amazing Grace was converted at sea in a storm.  When I asked Jeanette if she had prayed on our trip down the Irish Sea, she said “many times that God would keep us safe”.

Hope you can see the chart of our journey, Jeanette is going to put it on a wall.

Pilgrim waiting in Portpatrick for a fair wind to Isle of Man.

Not happy with the Met Office forecast of force 6, frustrated as we lost a favourable tide and wind.

Still it's nice here and lots of people are taking an interest in my colour and design. Pilgrim speaking!!!!

Moving tomorrow!!!

11th August

MCLAREN’S BLOG.

PORTPATRICK, SCOTLAND.

11^TH AUGUST 2013.

PILGRIM’S PROGRESS.

‘Will your anchor hold in the storms of life

when the clouds unfold their wings of strife.

When the strong tides lift and the cables strain

will your anchor drift or firm remain.

We have an anchor that keeps the soul,

steadfast and sure while the billows roll,

fastened to the rock which cannot move.

Grounded firm and deep in the saviours love.’

Hi me hearties, Pilgrim here, her Holiness has finally sat down again and given me a voice.( All ‘me’ that one.) By the way if I actually spoke, I would have a slightly nasal, sound to my voice, and if I was human I would have a broken nose, but more about that later.

I begin MY BLOG, with my favourite hymn, and it has certainly been appropriate these last few days or so. At times it’s been so windy, we haven’t been able to move, when we were in Stranraer, the Captain had to hold me down to the mooring with extra rope, so choppy were the sea conditions, and that was in harbour.

We have also been battling against wind on tide. ( Her Holiness doesn’t know what that means. She don’t speak ‘boaty speak’ like me and the Captain. She just says things like ‘Blimey it’s a bit lumpy,’ when the sea is rough. But the Captain and I know when it’s a North-East wind going against the tide.)

I’ve had the most marvellous time on this Pilgrimage. I’ve heard seals singing at Holy Island, since coming North I’ve seen the most amazingly huge Jelly Fish swimming so close to my hull,  I’ve sailed across Loch Ness ( Yes under Canvas) sailed into Holy Celtic places, the way the early Celtic missionaries did, sailed up the Caledonian Canal, with the posh boats.

Actually, this is where I put up with ‘boaty discrimination’, from other boats and their owners. This is because I am quite big, made of metal and have a huge…….huge………huge, belligerent bowsprit. (For those who don’t know what a bowsprit it’s a huge feature on the front of boats that people can stand on. Think Kate Winslet and Leanardo and ‘I’m Flying’……that’s a bowsprit.)

Mine is huge, metal, slightly rusty, (although the captain has put anti-rust paint on.) Well, on the Caledonian Canal, right from the very beginning I was met with derision, I could see boat owners and the actual boats thinking ‘Please don’t put that thing next to me.’ I would enter the lock chamber full of the love of Jesus, singing ‘Does your anchor hold’, and get looks as if I was a punk rocker, walking into the posh enclosure at the Derby. Well, I could say that Jesus loves you even if you do look like something lethal that could smash every boat within the lock. But no, I say to the ‘You shouldn’t stereotype boast like that. I may look like something, ugly but I’m loved and was blessed by the Bishop of Rochester, I have visited Holy sites, I’m going to visit the Buddhist monks and nuns on Holy Isle.

JEANETTE. Hang on we didn’t know we were going to Holy Isle when we were on the Caledonian Canal.

PILGRIM: Do you mind this is my blog. Why don’t you do something useful, like cook a meal for once.

Right that told her Holiness.

Anyway, there was one group, who made her Holiness very angry. A Skipper, had given all his crew jobs to do, to get their boat through the locks. One was given, the job of holding a fender, in front of my bowsprit, in case I got too close. Her Holiness, tried smiling at him, but all he did was give grim looks my way. This really annoyed her, all the way up the locks I could see her…….its like she was really quite protective of me.

But there was an incident on the Crinan Canal, when I thought this Pilgrimage had come to an end. On these Locks Jeanette, was ashore attending Lock gates, filling the Lock chamber, while Chris was in on board. We were going up the Locks, we had gone through the first Lock, without incident. But on the second Lock, Her Holiness had accidently let the water in too fast forgetting how heavy I am. (She is used to Narrow Boats which are lighter.)

The water gushed into the Lock chamber, the Captain couldn’t hold the ropes because of the surge of water, so the conversation went something like this.

CAPTAIN: Jeanette get the ropes……….shut the puddles……get a rope…..shut the paddle.

Her Holiness floundered around, not knowing which one to do first.

In the end she did decide to close the paddles.

CAPTAIN: Jeanette…….JEANETTE (Sounding anxious and angry.)

I was heading…..or my bowsprit was heading for the Lock gates.

PILGRIM: Oh, no,……….I’m gonna crash! I’m Gonna crash.  I’M GONNA ……..BOOM, BOOM.

I had hit the lock gates.

Her Holiness was fighting back tears. Chris was anxious and angry.

CAPTAIN: JEANETTE, JUST GET A ROPE WILL YOU!!!!!

It was at this point that Her Holiness got a rope, reeled it up made it neat, but then she lifted it up, and actually aimed it at him.

I MEAN CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

HER HOLINESS: Right, there’s a rope, this is the last time I ever do anything with you again, in future I want relaxing holidays!!!!!!

The rest of the trip up the locks was done more carefully……….but I have to say more silently.

The captain would try and make conversation, but there was no reply, from Her Holiness. After Her Holiness, had chatted, with a women at one of the Locks for quire some time, the captain tried to make conversation.

CAPTAIN: You and that  woman were having an animated discussion, what were you talking about.

HER HOLINESS: Nothing.

Later.

CAPTAIN: Right time to moor up, this would be a good place to moor up, what do you think.

HER HOLINESS: I couldn’t care less.

They moor up, when I’m tied up, she just walks off. It’s like that for a few hours, they manage to go shopping, the meal that evening is eaten in silence, she’s outside, he’s inside. Then he walks off.

It goes on and on…..threats of going home……honestly.

But then I said to them, hang on doesn’t the good book say do not let the sun go down on your anger. Come on guys make it up, this is a wonderful trip, don’t ruin it because of a couple of mishaps, one of them being a bent bowsprit…….but I’m forgiving, I move on.

HER HOLINESS: No, you didn’t. From what I remember, we both apologised. Talked about the positive aspects of the trip, and decided to put it behind us, and look forward to the places we would be going. We both agreed this was a chance of a lifetime, something we have both been wanting to do for a long time, and make the best of the rest of the trip……although we still had challenges ahead. I do feel guilty about the bowsprit, I must say. I like the fact that you look like a boat made in the bowls of hell, but that you are called Pilgrim.

Right, how about , you and I sing the chorus, of my favourite hymn.

Here we go:

We have an anchor that keeps the soul,

 steadfast and sure while the billows roll,

fastened to the rock, which cannot move,

grounded firm and deep in the saviours love.

PILGRIM: I must say Vicar, I would do anything to attend one of your marriage preparation courses.